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P03 has been doing plenty of research while that dumb human sleeps. Hiding search results every time you wake up, trying to prod you for more information when you're playing against him.
He's sure you haven't suspected a thing. And he's... Grateful, if he had to put a name to the feeling. Gratitude is such a fleeting thing for him, it's a feeling he rarely gets to experience. There's almost nothing for him to be grateful about.
You've changed that, of course.
Except that he's starting to suspect that you might actually just be stupid.
Staring at him with an awkward smile. Eyebrow raised as if you don't realize what he's trying to imply.
He knows that he didn't read those web pages wrong. Cross referenced and not only double checked but triple checked on how to plan a romantic confession. And the staggering amount of disgusting, cheesy romance movies he sped through just to get to the confession scenes. He had to fight the urge to call it quits because the only thing that isn't deserving of his apathy was this.
He's holding a bouquet of roses - artificial ones, of course - and he has a clip on bow tie.
There's lit candles on the table between you both, despite the minor fire hazard because of all the dust in his factory. Something similar enough to a plate of spaghetti in front of you. Soft music playing from his speakers.
But you still have that stupid confused look!
And he's sure of it now: he's in love with an idiot.
Much worse, an idiot who doesn't realize that he's in love with them.
"This is fancy, what's the occasion?" you say, lifting the fork and poking at the food on your plate.
What is he even supposed to say?
What is this feeling? Probably embarrassment? It's similar to when he lost to you the first time you played a game together. It's a mortifying thing. A robot, embarrassed?
There's no way he could confess now. Not that he'd want to! No, he was counting on you to just get it, to know. It would've been ideal if he hadn't had to say anything, if you had just casually admitted to feeling the same way...
So he tosses the bouquet at you and leaves, ignoring your complaining.
Another day, maybe. Yes, he'll just have to take it slower? Some humans need a build up, and if you don't return these feelings now, maybe you will in the future. It's annoying though, it'll be a lot of effort.
But it's then that he remembers: he wrote a message on the card for the bouquet! It's so embarrassing, he poured the robot equivalent of his heart into the message. Ideally, you wouldn't have been expecting how "sweet" and "thoughtful" he could be, you'd be caught off guard and swoon.
But this isn't the ideal scenario.
He could just ignore it. Pretend like he doesn't know what you're talking about if you bring it up. But that feeling of embarrassment is too strong.
He turns back.
Ellipsis across his screen as he goes into the room, trying to mask his... Apprehension. That's this feeling.
He's not nervous, that'd be stupid.
And he's definitely not anxious when he sees that you're looking at the card. Definitely not feeling scared when you glance up at him and smile.
Oh...
It's difficult to process the way your smile makes him feel, his fans are louder now. You're so annoying, making his processors slow down. But he's come to enjoy the struggling of his circuitry.
He's sure you know how he feels now, your face is a little... flustered? And humans look that way when they're embarrassed.
It better be a good embarrassment, one that leads to you saying you feel the same way.
Getting prepared to snarkily reply with an 'of course you would'-
"P03, I can't read binary. What does this say?"
But he's in love with an idiot.