Timeline: Pre-Manga, Roy under Master Hawkeye's tutelage
Word Count: 522
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, OC
Summary: Roy watches a boy flirt with an unamused Riza and feels the need to intervene.
Roy sighed as he felt the summer breeze ruffle his hair. Master Hawkeye had sensed his pupil's struggle to understand induced dipole-induced dipoles so he told Roy to go outside for a break to refresh his mind.
As he wandered down the street, Roy decided he might as well say 'hi' to his teacher's daughter at the local bookstore. Riza usually spent her summers working there while the other kids enjoyed the break before school started again in the fall.
The little bell chimed as he entered the bookstore and Roy was about to greet Riza hello until he saw she was occupied with someone at the register. As he got closer, however, he noticed the uncomfortable look on her face. The customer was a boy who looked a bit older than Riza and was attempting to engage a conversation with her, but was also totally ignoring the signals she was giving him to go away.
"I believe this is the part where you give me money to pay for your books," Riza said sternly.
The boy smirked, "And when is the part where you go out on a date with me?"
Roy frowned. The twerp obviously didn't know when he wasn't wanted. So Roy put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around, "Hey, that's my girlfriend you're trying to hit on."
Immediately, he regretted his words. What the hell? Girlfriend? Where did THAT come from? Now Riza's gonna be angry with HIM.
The boy knocked the hand off his shoulder and looked at Roy up and down, "The fuck you are. I'd like to see you prove it."
Shitshitshitshit. He clearly did NOT think this through. Where was he supposed to go from here? Punch his face? No... the kid looked pretty athletic. Roy wasn't sure if he could hold his own against him.
As he racked his brain for possible ways to get out of this predicament, his train of thought came to a halt as Roy felt the front of his shirt jerk forward and his lips met with something soft.
Roy's eyes widened as he realized Riza was kissing him.
When Riza pulled away and let go of his collar, Roy was left stunned and barely registered the other boy's exit from the bookstore.
"Sorry about that," she mumbled with her head bowed, hiding a faint blush, "He just wouldn't shut up."
Roy looked at her incredulously, "What? No! I'm the one who should apologize--"
"But thank you, Mr. Mustang," Riza smiled up at him and Roy momentarily forgot how to speak.
Once he regained his composure, Roy scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously, "Any time! I mean--I don't mean the kissing--but if you wanted to--wait, no--that's not what I meant--er, it wasn't a problem at all! I gotta get back to the house. See ya, Riza!" And with that, he rushed out the door, leaving a curious Riza to wonder why he had come to the bookstore in the first place.
He didn't even stay long enough to say 'hi.'