For: MemelordInsomniac :)

3. Do you always act this dumb or...?
4. "Maybe we should pretend to date."
40. "I hate you!"
"No you don't."

Zion was tired, confused and agitated. What was with these stupid emotions and senseless thoughts? Why couldn't he just grab a baseball bat and beat the hell out of his no-good head? Stupid, stupid emotions and stupid, stupid hormones. Agh!

On one hand, he felt like lodging a dagger dipped in poison into her chest, m̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶r̶e̶ , but only so he could ensure the wound had better depth. And on the other, he felt like grabbing her soft and delicate hands under the stupid starry night sky, as the moonlight would kiss her frame and make her appear ethereal-

He cursed out loud.

"Screw you, (Y/N). Screw you. As if I didn't already think something was wrong with me!"

What was it with these emotions that made humans humans? These cackling, roaring and yet ultra raw emotions? He had only ever considered anger and agression his best friends, and these new found emotions did little to relax him.

.

It was three am, and yet no signs of sleep had stopped by or made any appearance. He needed his mind to stop churning or else - or else, he thought his head would explode.

He cursed at himself, at the world, at the zombies, and at his dear (Y/N), as he got out of his bed.

Fists clenched, he knocked at her door - once, twice, and another time.

His patience was wearing thin, and he pushed the door open.

"Oi! What is wrong with you? Why don't you ever reply when someone is on the door?"

She stood still, facing the window.

A nerve was touched.

He took large footsteps towards her and shook her shoulders. He then turned her around.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oi!"

"Hello, Zion."

"What is wrong with you-"

"Nothing. Just been thinking."

He looked at her unblinkingly. "So have I."

Her eyes narrowed, "What?"

His cheeks darkened to a shade that was nearly as red as his hair, "I have been thinking too, you know."

A small smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and he didn't miss the twinkle in her eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing, Zion."

He clenched his fists, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She cleared her throat, an innocent smile on her lips, "Like what?"

"You know what!"

"What?"

"Agh!"

She turned to face the window again, "I'm just surprised and amused, you could say."

"On what?"

"By the fact that you, too, think!" And she burst out into laughter.

Zion's eyebrow twitched, "What is that supposed to mean?" His heart, though, was beating really fast.

"I thought Tsunderes only glare and shout... but they think too!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders again and forced her to look at him, by forcing her chin upwards, "Elaborate?"

Her laughter disappeared but a small smile remained, "No."

His grip on her chin tightened and he moved closer to her, "(Y/N)."

She sighed, "Zion, why are you here.. shouldn't you be sleeping?"

He pulled back suddenly, his face red all over again.

Arms crossed, he broke into an angry tirade: "Hmph! Of course. Yeah! I wanted to come out here and stab you and throw your body out so the zombies could have a feast on that beautiful body and eat that near perfect face-"

A fit of hysterical laughter cut his speech short.

Within bursts of laughter, she managed out, "Let me ask Eugene if you just complimented me or insulted me!"

"(Y/N). SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP."

"Aw, man. You're such a cutie-"

"DON'T MAKE ME SHUT YOU UP!"

She walked a few steps closer, "You wanna try?"

Suddenly, the world was upside down and Mr Zion completely lost the cognitive ability to talk, much less think.

"W-W-WHAT?"

She gently tapped his shoulder, "Maybe we should pretend to date?"

"WHAT?"

"So you can, you know, have a go at trying to make me shut up, without it being awkward for you?"

"W-WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Where is the real (Y/N)?"

"Sheesh, Zi. You're so silly."

"WHAT-"

She exhaled tiredly, "I was trying to flirt with you, dammit!"

He swallowed nervously, "Why?"

She shook her head, "Do you always act this dumb... or? Oh, nevermind. You do."

"I HATE YOU!"

"NO, YOU DON'T."

"YES, I DO!"

"NO, YOU DON'T."

"I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP AND DANCE ON YOUR DEAD BODY-"

"Here, let me kiss you so you don't have any wild fantasies about murdering me-"

"Who said anything about me wanting to kiss you?!"

She turned away, eyebrow twitching. "Eugene did."

"I WILL BURN HIM AND THEN USE HIS FLAMES AS-"

"Zion."

"I HATE YOU ALL!"

"Okay."

"Agh!"

"It's okay if you don't want us to be a thing, Zion. I won't mind. I wasn't actually imposing. Shit. I just suck at flirting and I just thought it'd be really cool if it were mutual but it clearly isn't so-"

Zion gently tapped on her shoulder and as soon as she turned around, he had his lips on hers.

"Shut up," he muttered, as he pulled her in for another. "Also you look kinda cute but also hot when you curse."

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A/N: I hope you liked it! :)

Sorry for my disappearances; medical school is ultra draining.

I love you all! Thank you for reading.