Hue, I don't who even requested this. My bad.
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Heavy pov
"I WILL CRUSH YOU LEETLE LEETLE BABY MAN" Scout took sandvich and now heavy mad. That's essentially what happens everyday but scout's a jerk and heavy loves his sandvich. He chased after the Boston boy in a mad dash of "who can eat this first without heavy catching you". You chased him til you buckled over in your knees and tried to catch your breath. "Nice hustle tons o fun" He laughed and effortlessly ran off, well there went your lunch. What you didn't know was that there was a certain special someone making a BLT for you. You trudged back to base, morning your lunch.
Your pov
I was popped a few times by bacon, sliced tomatoes, pulled apart the head of lettuce, and took out the bread heavy preferred. You kept a close eye on the bacon, yet your eye was popped too. You grumbled in pain and had soldier watch it for you, telling him when to flip the bacon and when to add more. You set up the sandwich as heavy came in. "Heavy hates scout." You looked up as he was sluggish, he usually was when he was sad or mournful. "Well don't feel down, I made you something." You put the sandwich together, put it on a paper towel and handed the precious, glory over to him. He brightened up immediately as he put the food onto a plate. "THANK YOU" He hugged you in a bone crushing hug as he celebrated the return of sandvi- wait, this isn't sandvich, it's new...... he dropped you and examined the food closely. "What is food?" You looked at him and motioned for him to take a bite. He hesitantly did so, but he melted upon doing so. The lettuce crunched in his mouth as the tomatoes juices melded with his tongue. The bacon, oh sweet Mary mother of Joseph, the fats of the godly meat and the succulent taste danced upon his tongue as he took another bite. He enjoyed every bite as he was lost in another world. You enjoyed watching him until you noticed pyro got ahold of the bacon that was still cooking and burned it. You put the bacon aside and turned off the burner as pyro went to go make s'mores. You ushered soldier out as he was no longer of assistance. Heavy surprise hug attacked you and you giggled until you couldn't breathe. "Misha loves leetle (y/n)!"
