darling—✯

hi stalker. 20. 03/04.

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“The Fool that doesn't belong to this era; The Mysterious Ruler above the gray fog; The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck”

— The Fool

fors' writings:

"How to make a blond idiot fall inlove?" Enjin x Reader

part 1.5 "How to make a blond idiot fall inlove?" Enjin x Reader

[literatureloverx]

Mdni, ideal type! fem!reader x Dazai Osamu, VERY LONG AND DETAILED, platonic relationships such as: Odasaku, Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya and Sigma are briefly mentioned, Yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, psychological disorders and suicide/double suicide mentioned.

DAZAI’S MASTERLIST => HERE

I really enjoyed writing for Dazai; he holds a special place in my heart. 🩵 I also received a request about PM!Dazai’s ideal type, and I’ll post it someday. 🩵

Dazai’s ideal type

Dazai is a complex and enigmatic figure, who can be described as a romantic—though not in the conventional sense of actively seeking love and connection.

Instead, he romanticizes the idea of meaningful connections. What does this mean?

Dazai is known to suffer from depression and harbors a deep desire to end his life.

However, he doesn’t wish to do so alone. He fantasizes about dying with a “beautiful woman” in a double suicide, which is inherently romantic.

This desire echoes tragic love stories like Romeo and Juliet or Cleopatra and Mark Antony, where love and death are intertwined.

This suggests that Dazai may deeply fantasize about love and being loved—perhaps even yearning for someone who loves him so much that she would sacrifice her life for him.

But why would someone wish for a double suicide in the first place?

Dazai sees no purpose in life, a perspective not commonly shared by others.

This makes it likely that his ideal partner would be someone who not only values life but is also grateful for what she has—because Dazai is only truly comfortable when he is surrounded by such people as Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya (debatable), and even Sigma.

He needs to learn this perspective to find his own meaning in life.

She would possess a sweet, positive spirit but would still be able to fully grasp Dazai’s bleak outlook, his feelings, and his philosophy—or the lack thereof.

Dazai might be drawn to a partner who is calm, patient, and nurturing.

Given his often childish behavior, it’s possible that he never had the chance to experience love in a normal, healthy way during his childhood.

We know little about his upbringing, but it’s clear he lacks any emotional connection or attachment to his parents.

Dazai is deeply wounded, depressed, and feels empty—though the reasons remain unclear.

The only person Dazai has truly loved, and who loved him in return, seems to be Odasaku.

So what makes Odasaku so special? What traits does he possess that Dazai might seek in a partner?

Odasaku was always calm and patient with him, seeing through Dazai’s lifeless eyes and empty heart.

He recognized Dazai's pain, suggesting that “someone needs to rip that pain out of this child’s chest.”

What if Dazai's ideal partner is someone who embodies these comforting and meaningful qualities, loving him unconditionally?

I believe this to be the ultimate solution to many aspects that trouble Dazai.

Teenage Dazai, in particular, strikes me as more of a “puppy” than the “cat” he becomes as an adult—craving affection and warmth.

He needed someone who cared for him, and that someone was Odasaku. His partner should be able to do the same.

Dazai might love a calm partner who can handle his antics but also sees through them without violating his comfort zone or coping mechanisms.

She would understand his inner darkness but wouldn’t fear it—instead, she would embrace it with a loving demeanor.

She would be confident, but in a strangely shy and quiet way.

She would be someone who is at peace with herself, someone who is inspirational to others.

She would accept him as he is and believe in him, helping him to become the best version of himself.

This is why Dazai is so fond of Atsushi.

Atsushi is empathetic, having suffered himself, and he embraces Dazai with unconditional love.

If Dazai were to meet a woman who could offer the same understanding and compassion, it’s hard to see why he wouldn’t be saved.

Dazai feels responsible for Atsushi, and it gives his life a certain meaning he doesn’t truly grasp yet.

If he felt the same responsibility for someone much closer to his heart—his lover—it would have a profoundly positive effect on him.

Regarding physical traits, Dazai doesn’t seem overly concerned with them.

However, he has expressed a preference for “beautiful” women, as seen in his desire to commit double suicide with one.

While physical beauty might not be his top priority, he likely appreciates aesthetically pleasing women.

Dazai claims to like all women, but I can imagine him being drawn to a feminine, quiet, and insightful young woman.

This woman would possess an innate ability to sense others’ emotions and motivations, her sensitive and calm nature allowing her to do so effortlessly.

She would be observant, with her beauty often leading others, including Dazai, to underestimate her at first.

And yet, it would be as if she could read his mind and heart—something deeply uncomfortable for someone as guarded and inflexible with his own vulnerability as Dazai.

Interestingly, some of these traits might also make her an ideal partner for Fyodor.

However, while Dazai and Fyodor are alike in some aspects, they differ in others.

Fyodor’s ideal type might align with Dazai’s, but with less submissiveness and more approachability.

Does it ring? The drama that might approach?

Let me summarize: In terms of personality, Dazai has a soft spot for empathetic and loving people.

Therefore, he would undoubtedly adore a darling who is very empathetic, sensitive, and kind.

I don’t see him having a specific preference for body type—short, tall, curvy, or skinny; it doesn’t matter to him.

He will always find a way to appreciate your body in every sense, as this is simply part of who Dazai is. You shouldn’t be surprised by that.

I can see Dazai taking a liking to long hair (similar to Fyodor), as it emphasizes femininity.

He might particularly favor wavy or curly hair because it gives a more approachable, sweet, and innocent appearance compared to straight or short hair.

This style implies youth and an ethereal quality, which aligns perfectly with Dazai’s romanticism.

Skin color, as well as hair and eye color, wouldn’t matter to him at all.

In his mind, he would view you, his love, as aesthetically ethereal and one of a kind.

Your features would be etched into the canvas of his mind's eye, surrounded by fitting backgrounds and colors.

With you, he would find solace, love, and acceptance, as well as the meaning in life he has been desperately searching for.

You don’t need to match his intellect or mastermind abilities; he cherishes those around him who don’t possess these qualities, and he doesn’t look down on them.

What he needs is someone empathetic enough (like Oda [ in his case platonically]) to love him unconditionally and sincerely, without judging him—someone who would guide him to the light without expecting anything unnatural or selfish in return.

However, his darling would need to be mentally strong and willing to share his burdens.

This is difficult to do and would only work with true, pure love, which is why Dazai needs someone who loves him unconditionally.

I don’t see Dazai manipulating his darling because he doesn’t manipulate or control the people he cherishes. Instead, he trusts them.

This would be the case with his darling as well. He would trust her, and this trust would be a choice that greatly benefits his well-being.

You would need to bring brightness to his life—love, warmth, connection, and compassion—balancing out his dark inner world.

He would be astonished when he realizes how deeply you love him without being manipulated, how pure your feelings are, and how you seem to see his soul and accept him as he is (much like Fyodor).

Your dedication to helping him improve, because you see the light and potential in him, would touch him deeply.

To you, he is human, and you wish to help him see that too. He loves you for it, so, so much.

Once Dazai recognizes this, he would never, ever let you go.

He might fear losing you or worry that you deserve better, but he would be too selfish to let you be with anyone else.

This would make him fiercely protective of you, even as he tries to maintain his enigmatic self, playing it off with his usual clinginess.

But of course, you would see right through this and reassure him that you’ll always be there for him, protecting him from anyone and anything else, even from himself.

In return, he would protect you, love you, and obsess over you—affectionately.🩵

TO MY OTHER WORKS => HERE

[generationalcrow]

it's hot as fuck, enjin thinks to himself. that statement could apply to the temperature of the room and the state of you underneath him at the moment, however.

your body is slick with sweat, his hands dig into your waist as he tries to keep them from sliding as he moves you against him. your spine bows off the mattress with a particularly mean drag of his cock, and your lips part with a moan that he quickly muffles.

your lips are sticky. lip gloss is smeared halfway to your cheek from all the kissing prior, but it's not like either of you really care about it. enjin likes to drag his tongue along the trail as his hips snap forward.

your lips taste like cherries— that only makes him throb more.

admittedly, enjin doesn't always like when you wear lip gloss. usually it's the kind that has glitter, and he hates trying to get the glitter off of him throughout the day after you kiss him— because of course you completely douse him in affection before either of you leave for the day.

but there was something about this cherry flavor…

he got the first taste of it when you were out for drinks earlier with the rest of the cleaners. you offered him a sip and he ignored the smudge around the rim— but the way it mixed with the alcohol had his head spinning just the slightest. it was like getting an indirect shotgun— and he was obsessed.

so, naturally; enjin asks for plenty of kisses on the walk back to headquarters. it's nothing out of the ordinary, enjin always gets needy and greedy when drunk or tipsy.

but this particular night it was hot and humid. sweat made your clothes stick to your skin uncomfortably and with enjin looming over it was overwhelming. he naturally radiates heat— so the weather made it worse.

by the time the two of you got back to your shared dorm, you were… irritated, to say the least. his hands were up your shirt the moment the door closed and before you could open your mouth to snap at him to leave you alone— his lips were on yours.

you don't remember feeling him peel you out of your clothes. it's a wonder you even remember him laying you back against the sheets— and judging by how he kept chuckling to himself, he knew. just a few sloppy kisses while you were already drunk and enjin could hold your melted body as a puddle in the palm of his hand.

was he worried about the heat when he found you already slick between your thighs? no.

he was addicted to that cherry lip gloss of yours, diving back up to lick at your mouth as his cock slides between your folds with little resistance. and you— powerless to do anything but let him manhandle you against the sheets.

[followingreaderpathway]

GACHIAKUTA MANGA SPOILERS CH. 167 (PART 2)

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND

I saw the leak where rudo transformed back to human, mymo possibly dead, enjin... ENJIN'S NECK GOT SLICED. not like—demon slayer way of sliced??? just the side of his neck???????

FCKKKKK ENJINNNNNNN NOOOOO

watchman above—okay okay, but didn't enjin said it himself that he almost died in the past but the time walk saved him???? i'm not sure ab this, but i'm hoping that his second jinki serves its purpose. like another sudden plot-twist? maybe? help????

like if kei really planning to kill enjin, then i think we're seeing this film b4 (side-eyes gojo and gege's questionable writing). i trust kei urana's writing since the way the story progressed is really goodddd. characters' backstories were constructed well, their subtle connection with rudo's narrative, and allat. we still didn't know why he's at the no man's at the early episodes—why his connection to the surebrecs are deeper than we imagined? there's still a lot of mysteries to tackle, and killing enjin here would make a huge plot hole to the story. i trust kei urana's writing... and hopefully, her response to media's backlash doesn't affect the story as what she reasoned for deleting her twitter acc. ✋✋✋

any thoughts? had lots of theories in my mind but can't organize them yet.

(hopefully kei urana doesn't discontinue gachiakuta with all the things that happened to her.)

[asiak444]

Honestly, it looks like it’s bad damage, but I think he’ll live. Maybe that scar on the side of his head was when he time walked the first time? Then again, I think this might be his first time. Who knows, not me but I think he’ll live. Maybe. HOPEFULLY

[followingreaderpathway]

(TW: DETAILED INJURY...?)

yesyes—that scar on his temple, if we imagine it in real time, he had a really nasty cut.

as if his skin got slit open or smth like that. like—think about it, kei urana is really good at foreshadowing. there's clocks implied whenever enjin shows up. for example, the penta arc. and then some following chapters/anime, there's another clock implications. so the one on his temple shaped like... some weapon slashed his head open—than just an ordinary scar. ykwim??

HE SHOULD LIVE FAM. enjin have lots of unanswered questions—HE CAN'T JUST DITCH US 😩😭😭

[tamsyandenjinsslutt]

Quickest Enjin drabble ive ever written (sorry its so short, its 4 am and my brain is mush).

Fluff, no smut.

Enjin washing your hair for you when you're too sleepy or burnt out do it yourself. His fingers meticulously massaging the floral scented shampoo against your scalp as you lean your head against the edge of the tub for him.

He always says he 'doesn't prefer needy women' but will always...always do whatever you ask of him when needed like he's a goddamn trained dog. It's sweet in it's own rather unexpected way.

He rinses your hair, and lathers a generous amount of conditioner all over the ends of your hair(after you've yelled at him thousands of times that conditioner should only go on the ends of your hair and not the roots).

You're completely relaxed now, any fatigue slowly fading into a content warmth and sense of safety that radiates off him. He leans over to kiss your forehead before rinsing the conditioner off and finally helping you out of the tub.

He'll clothe you and drag you to bed with him where he'll just hold you—reminding you how much you mean to him and that everything will be okay.

Sorry im kinda depressed and kinda cried while writing this 🫩

He's so boyfriend, like sweet to you bf but will rip the dick n balls off some guy who bothered you

[followingreaderpathway]

GACHIAKUTA MANGA SPOILERS CH. 167 (PART 2)

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND

additional note (edited): i've read the raw version of the new chapter!

I saw the leak where rudo transformed back to human, mymo possibly dead, enjin... ENJIN'S NECK GOT SLICED. not like—demon slayer way of sliced??? just the side of his neck???????

FCKKKKK ENJINNNNNNN NOOOOO

watchman above—okay okay, but didn't enjin said it himself that he almost died in the past but the time walk saved him???? i'm not sure ab this, but i'm hoping that his second jinki serves its purpose. like another sudden plot-twist? maybe? help????

like if kei really planning to kill enjin, then i think we're seeing this film b4 (side-eyes gojo and gege's questionable writing). i trust kei urana's writing since the way the story progressed is really goodddd. characters' backstories were constructed well, their subtle connection with rudo's narrative, and allat. we still didn't know why he's at the no man's at the early episodes—why his connection to the surebrecs are deeper than we imagined? there's still a lot of mysteries to tackle, and killing enjin here would make a huge plot hole to the story. i trust kei urana's writing... and hopefully, her response to media's backlash doesn't affect the story as what she reasoned for deleting her twitter acc. ✋✋✋

any thoughts? had lots of theories in my mind but can't organize them yet.

(hopefully kei urana doesn't discontinue gachiakuta with all the things that happened to her.)

[enilehtnorevol]

[followingreaderpathway]

OMFGGGG STOP BOTHERING KEI URANA FFS. THEY'RE AFTER ON HER INSTAGRAM TOO?????

[followingreaderpathway]

internet is a very scary place. they will always find ways to hate on someone even they will bring up something minor, it's concerning. because of that, kei urana AND hideyoshi andou had to deactivate their acc on X.

those people just to call themselves as "fans" are entitled asf. it's one of their ways to give themselves the excuse to criticize her. they got pressed when kei urana voiced out to stop using the official templates on OCs, headcanon pushbacks, and the jabber dance controversy added the spark. and honestly? it's a huge "what the fck is wrong with these people?" omg

the artist community already complied about the templates and some are just stubborn (as an artist myself and created an oc, we understand where she's coming from). some "fans" who aren't even artists themselves are being dramatic. as for the headcanons? headcanons remain HEADCANONS. all the shippings, gender hcs, relationship hcs, or any hcs. if kei urana said something about it, respectfully, shut up?? it's HER characters, not yours. that character is not a trans and THAT'S FINAL. an artist who wants to be connected with her fans is not an open door for some fans to demand what they want on her creations. you should be happy that the one you idolized interacts with you, but some are just so ungrateful. lastly, the jabber controversy. kei urana took this on account but some entitled fans harrased her for it, and that's a "WHOA. IT'S NOT THAT BIG." judge the creator BUT DON'T HARASS THEM, okay??

though, that's X for you.

i'm really active at insta and i love all her updates for the manga! it's a shame that we can't receive any following updates anymore, but it's still good for her bc social media is affecting her badly. :((

those who take this deeply, touch some grass. please? thanks?

[enjinsdoll]

ARE U JOKING?

[c0ff1nn]

smoke break

[enjinsprettydoll]

[enjinsdoll]

he looks so much like enjin it’s crazzzzyyyy

[followingreaderpathway]

omfg his wig, his charisma, Yuta Tachibana possessed all of them— *passes out

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ! ❞

　you are just their type — moments they realise they either got a crush on your or random moments with you and it gets into his head !

featuring. surebrec rudo , nijiku zanka , enjin !

content. 3.2k wc , up to 1.0k words per drabble / oneshot , fluff , slight crack , spoiler free , safe for minors , he fell first and harder (rudo and enjin) , one-sided enemies to lovers (zanka).

author’s note. really had fun with this and also struggles — considering I haven’t read any stories or oneshots and it’s hard for me to characterise them with only the manga </3

SUREBREC RUDO , that girl in the bakery who’s overly sweet like candy.

　"THIS is be my favourite mission of all time..." the boy murmured under his breath.

Standing tall in front of the little bakery, he gaped at the beautiful sight. It was perfect. This was the first time, Rudo got assigned to buy some sweets for team Akuta.

Not the most exciting »mission« but this was from now on Rudo's favourite task. Despite doing it for the first time. "Look at his face..!" Riyo tried her best to muffle her laughter.

"I am—" and Enjin didn't even hold back, not even trying to hide his amusement as he bursted into a fit of laughter. "Have fun and don't take too long."

"Yes!" Rudo exclaimed, posture stiff all of a sudden. "I... I will now enter the... bakery?"

"Give us a call when you're done." Enjin breathed out and put his hands into the pocket, already making his way out with Riyo. "Let's check out the other stores."

Even though they've already visited all the other stores of the town — after all, they were regulars here. Buying here sweets from the same person, it was almost their daily task.

Definitely daily after Rudo came into the picture, obsessing over the small treats in large portions. And because he's the reason why they don't have anything anymore, he might be as well the same guy who buys it.

His large red eyes stay glued to the door, his scrawny and thin figure not even moving an inch. And then after a good few minutes, he finally dares to raise his hands into the air, reaching out for the handle.

Rudo gulped nervously. Unblinking eyes staring at the handle now. Is he shaking? God, he is helpless. No one can help him anymore. But he pushed the doubt aside for the sake of the sweets.

Why was he so nervous? He just has to buy some food. Sweets in small yet fine bakery. That's not, nothing more and nothing less. From now on, he will do it almost daily so it's not a big thing.

I can do it.

Finally, he dared to continue and opened the door. A small bell rang as soon as he entered the bakery, couldn't help but flinch in surprise. A scent of fresh baked pastry hit his nose.

Oh. It smelled heavenly.

"Welcome, En—" she halted mid sentence and gazed at the dumbfounded boy. "Oh, I'm sorry... I assumed you'd be Enjin because he stood in front of the door."

"Enjin..?" he repeated, still frozen on spot while the door closed behind him.

"What can I get for you?" her lips curled into a warm smile.

He blinked. What did she ask? Now he realised. Quickly, he scrambled around and searched for the list he had with him, given by Enjin. "I uh... Errm... W-Well..." he muttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

Oh no! Where was his list?

"Mmh come closer." she ushered him, signing to stand in front of the counter.

"O-Oh..." he stiffly made his way to the counter, list already forgotten.

"First of all, calm down." she chuckled and tried to help him — to focus instead of panic. To keep a cool head. "And then resume back to searching the list."

"Ah..." he trailed off, slowly coming back to his senses through her simple instructions.

His hands find themselves in his bag again, grabbing out a piece of paper and then handing her it. Easy, quick, simple. She smiled at him once more and accepted the list.

"Ah, so you are part of Enjin's team." she noted quickly as soon as she saw the listed things. "You must be new?"

"Y-Yeah!" he didn't hesitate to agree.

"This is the order. I already grabbed the usual after seeing Enjin but he didn't enter so I wondered why." she grabbed a bag from underneath the counter, "yet it seems like you're here to pick up the order today. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to... meet you." Rudo blinked at her words and watched how she was sliding the bag towards him.

"I'm [name]." she introduced herself as he placed a bag of coins on the counter.

"I'm... Rudo. Err nice to meet you too." he repeated himself, making her chuckle.

"Here." she slid some coins from the bag back to him.

"Uh I think Enjin said the amount was right..." he said in a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

"Yes, it is. But since you're from the cleaners, you always get ten percent off plus another ten percent because you're new." she explained, leaving out the part where she'd always argue with Enjin.

Enjin, who would never take up her offer and always gives her the right amount, versus her, who always offers the cleaners minus ten percent because of their help to keep the town in contact.

"R-Really?" he hesitated.

"Of course." she beamed and ended it with a final, "don't tell Enjin this, alright? Keep the money and buy yourself nice."

"Ahh." he gaped, hand hovering above the coins as he contemplated if he should actually accept it. He placed his gloved hands over them and slid it back to her. "No need..! You should buy yourself something nice."

She blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" she questioned, and as an answer he could only nod. "Alright..." she trailed off before she accepted it. "Have a good day, Rudo."

"T-Thanks..." he stuttered.

One thing — the way his name rolled off her tongue, so easily and so familiar. It felt strange. In a good way. It made his stomach feel so fuzzy and warm, warm like his cheeks. She talked with him as if they were old friends.

"Goodbye, I hope we will see each other again." she send him the sweetest smile he's ever seen.

"B-Bye..." his cheeks reddened even more, immediately taking the bag and stiffly walking out of the bakery.

This was too much for his heart.

"Greet the others for me!"

"...I will!" he replied firmly this time and escaped the hot bakery. It was hot as hell.

Actually it wasn't hot. Rudo's face was just heating up.

But he really likes you.

NIJIKU ZANKA , that girl in his team who worries too much — because of him.

　"I'M telling you..! He totally hates me and I can prove that." you cried out in sadness and sorrow.

"Oh yeah?" Enjin hummed, not even minding to listen to you as he popped another sweet treat into his mouth. "Doesn't seem like it though."

"What are you saying?" you deadpanned and heaved out a sigh.

With him you mean Nijiku fricking Zanka, fanboy number one when it was about Enjin. You are sure of it, that guy totally hates your guts — no he hates you with the bottom of his heart.

You can recall that one time when you were training with Rudo while also teaching him new things about the ground, bringing him more into the new environment he was in.

"Hah..." Rudo panted out in tiredness as he backed away from your attack.

"Don't get distracted so easily just because I'm telling more things about the ground." you warned and shook your head in disapproval, "if I were to fight seriously as an enemy, you probably would've been long gone."

"Sorry! It won't happen again..!" he apologised stiffly, suddenly feeling bad.

"Are you feeling guilty?" you sweat dropped and send him a comforting smile. "Sorry for being so harsh. Don't mind apologising."

"But I'm wasting your time..." he frowned as he continued, "you're teaching me two things at the same time and I'm still not adapting... Don't you have other things to do?"

"Rudo, you worry too much." you chuckled, "learning things takes time. You can't expect to adapt so quickly and actually, you're doing real good. Just forget about my schedule."

Semiu is killing you later anyway.

"Still—"

"Yer hidin' here, huh?" another voice joined, making your heads turn. "Stealin' my apprentice now, aren't we?"

"Good to see you, Zanka." you offered him the best smile you could offer, "I didn't mean to steal him. You were so busy and Rudo was eager to learn something new."

"Y-Yeah..! It isn't [name]'s fault." Rudo chimed in.

"Well, I'm free now. Let's get going. I can teach ya." he stared at the two of you with unnerving eyes.

"Sorry." you apologised briefly. "I didn't—"

"No need to apologise." he cut you off. "Rudo is just wastin' yer time."

You finished telling the story and sulked in a corner, continuing to sip your milk tea. "And then he took Rudo with him, leaving me behind." you sighed out for the nth time this day.

"Really?" Enjin question in disinterest.

"Are you even listening?" you glared at the male and leaned against your palm. "The other time, while we were sparring... He just left as soon as he defeated me! He ran away, Enjin! I wanted to congratulate him even..!"

Right. You remember it like it was yesterday.

The sound of various weapons clashing echoed on the field as you narrowed your eyes, holding onto your needle-like weapons before rushing towards your sparring partner.

Zanka was quick to analyse your movements and blocked your attack with his love stick, using force to push you back. You changed the grip around the handle, about to stab him from upwards.

Yet he was able to dodge and kick the side of you as a reflex.

It hurt as hell. You could feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs despite getting hit by the side, stumbling to the side. "Ack..!" you breathed out and held your side.

"Ah." he froze on spot and stared at you.

"That really hurt... You are too good." you huffed out with a last effort smile, "it was a good match—"

He brushed past you, quickly walking away and leaving you behind on the field again — without another word and another sound. Not even minding your praise as he already disappeared.

"Uh was that guy for real?" you covered your face with your hands and peeked through your fingers. "You asshole didn't even listen."

"Clearly." now he did, no shame or guilt in his voice. He did not listen to a word you said.

"Asshole." you clicked your tongue and threw a macaroon at his face — which he easily caught with his mouth.

"Thanf fer feeding me." his voice was muffled.

"I cannot deal with you." you cried and stood up, making your way out of the room. "I will never listen to your rambles again!"

Mind you, Enjin does not care right now.

"Seriously..! I already miss Rudo and Riyo and Eishia and Semiu!" you huffed and crossed the hallway.

"[name]." you froze again, immediately stopping at the voice as you stumbled slightly.

"Zanka." you replied stiffly and met his eyes dumbfounded. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission with Rudo and Riyo?"

"Finished early. It was easier than expected." he explained briefly, eyes trailing down.

"That's good for you." you beamed in joy.

"Uh thanks..."

Now it was awkward.

"Errr well then... I have to go now! See you." you excused yourself and immediately ran away, no longer wanting to spend your time with someone who hated your guts.

"Okay. Bye." he watched how the air turned into dust.

And as soon as you weren't there anymore? Zanka's hand formed into a fist, which he raised into the air — cheeks heating up and a proud expression on his face.

This conversation was a total success! You two exchanged more words than usual the last days. Perhaps he will never admit it, though he does have the biggest crush on you.

First of all, you are very diligent when it was about your job as a cleaner. Working hard and getting recognised by the whole team for your diligence. And you even are able to help everyone despite a busy schedule.

Second of all, you are the cutest. Always giving him the sweetest smiles and always lighting up whenever he talked with you. And when you were beaming right now? You must be the sun itself.

Third of all, you are the only sane one next to Riyo, Rudo— the list goes on and on. He believes you are the only one with a sane mind.

Zanka will not let Rudo occupy your precious time and he absolutely felt bad when he hurt you during sparring. He should never ever dare to spare with you again or else he'll hurt you again.

"Wow, you look like a total fanboy." Riyo spoke up, catching how Zanka stood there in all his glory with his fist pumped into the air and a proud expression set on his face.

Perhaps he should return to his room again.

ENJIN , that woman who’s cheeky yet not in a childish way — rather cute.

　"RIGHT..." you trailed off while gazing at the game you lost.

"Feels nice to win again you." he admitted with a satisfied chuckle, leaning back into the seat.

"Oh really? What makes it so nice?" you questioned, curiosity simmering in your eyes.

Your hands were swift to collect all the cards again, now beginning to shuffle them new again to continue the various games. "Simple, you always win. Got a keen eye for lies and all, huh?"

"I feel honoured." you chuckled at his praise and handed out the cards again.

Playing poker with you was fun despite losing all the time. He always got to see you so focused, making out the lies hidden behind his useless facade. Spending time with you in general was fun.

Honestly speaking, he would love to spend the rest of his life with you. He will never forget the quiet excitement and joy whenever he sees you, talk with you or play with you.

You make his most boring days fun. That's what he absolutely loves about you. Yellow eyes staring at your figure, following every movement and taking in every detail of you.

"Enjin, it's your turn." it was a soft push into reality out of his thoughts.

"Really? Sorry." he apologised with the usual grin.

"I noticed you've been getting distracted lately." you noted and placed the cards on top of the table again, "let's take a break. I mean, we've been playing for two hours already."

He doesn't mind. He would play even more hours with you if you'd like to. Despite his busy schedule — he doesn't even follow that schedule anyway. Never has, never will.

"But you want to play." he followed your actions slowly.

"I did. Yet we played for long. A break won't hurt." a chuckle left your lips as you got to stretch your tired limps.

"Alright." he agreed without another complaint and leaned back again, hands instinctively reaching out for a cigarette and lighter.

"Do you think Rudo will feel comfortable here?" you worried slightly and grabbed a snack, a stick covered in chocolate.

"Perhaps not now, but sooner or later he will get used to the new environment. I'm sure he'll feel better in the future, with the cleaners. With us." he assured you, lips parting to place the cigarette between them, "Don't worry—"

"Woops." you let out as you interrupted him, the sweet treat already in his mouth instead of the cigarette. "Sorry."

"I know damn well you ain't sorry." he blinked, a little dumbfounded. "You're pretty slick, aren't you?"

"Because I worry about your health too. Smoking isn't the best, you know? I would rather have you get cavities instead of not-working lungs mid thirties." your lips curled into a smile.

"You worry too much." the male chuckled and dropped the things again, accepting the defeat and embracing your demand with open arms.

"Maybe I worry too little." a sigh escaped your lips as you grasped the cigarette between your fingers.

The blond-haired man tilted his head and hummed under his breath, smirk everlasting on those lips of his. "Nah, let's meet in the middle. You worry the right amount." he bite off the tip of the stick.

"How about another round?" you questioned, eyes staying glued to the cards.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Let's play blackjack." you began to shuffle the cards again, this time handing out two cards each, one of them open for the other player to see. "If I win, you'll stop smoking for a month."

"Oh? Now we're playing with prices?" he took a glimpse of his hidden card, not glancing at you yet. "What if I win?"

"That's for you to decide." you smiled as soon as you saw your other card. "Are you drawing another one or are you fine with your pair?"

"Hit." he drew another card and clicked his tongue.

"I think... I will do the same. Hit."

"What if I want..." you. he sealed his lips, contemplating if he should continue, "nevermind. Let me think about it after the game."

"Mysterious, aren't we?" you blinked slowly and watched how he drew another card. "I'm fine with my current hand."

"Ah really? Hit." he drew another card, taking a short look. "Busted."

"Really?" your eyes had a joyful gleam in them as you threw your cards to the table, open for him to see. "I won the bet!"

"Congrats." he grinned at your delight and slid the lighter towards you, paired with a pack of cigarettes. "Here is your reward."

"Yay." you didn't waste another second to pocket them, questioning curiously, "What did you want as a reward?"

"That's a secret."

"Come on..!" you sulked lightly, the curiosity getting the best of you.

"Mmh, you really wanna know?" he teased you even more.

"I do." you collected all cards again, "you want money? Or maybe more snacks? Or... Uh erm, I don't know."

"A..." kiss he trailed off and then proceeded to cover his face with one hand. "Nevermind."

"Huh!? You were about to tell me..!" you groaned and glared at him fiercely. "I will find out anyway."

"One day? Perhaps." he murmured and breathed out.

"Don't be shy. I won't tell anyone else." you whispered, "you can trust me—"

"[name]!" your attention turned to the red-haired girl, who stood at the entrance to the room.

"Riyo, what's wrong?" you leaned back to your seat, cushion softening the force back.

"Can you brush my hair?" she rubbed her eyes.

"Of course." you lifted yourself from the couch and made your way to the young girl, "why aren't you asleep yet? It's too late for you."

"Erm it's also late for you..."

"No, I'm an adult and allowed to. You are still a kid." you pat her head and turned back to Enjin, a smile painting your face. "I think I'll also go to sleep soon. Good night and sleep well, Enjin."

"Good night..." he didn't meet your gaze, head directed up and his gaze on the ceiling.

"And you will also go to sleep after I brushed your hair, yes?"

"Fine."

"It's yes ma'am... Humour me a but, Riyo."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A chuckle left his lips as the voices faded into the background the further away you two got — now making your way to Riyo's room. Aren't you a sweet one? You should know.

That he tries his best to hold himself back.

© 2025 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

[nyankochan]

Dad to Be

Thinking about how he reacts to the news of becoming a father

⋆. 𐙚 Gris Rubion x wife!reader, fluff (w/c: 2.8k)

Gris wants nothing more than to be a father. He’s told you his dreams about starting a family way before the two of you even got married

He didn’t want to rush things, though, wanting to build a solid relationship with you first and foremost. But when you tell him you’re pregnant, needless to say, he cries happy tears

“You’re pregnant!” Tomme exclaims, and you quickly shush her, trying not to laugh yourself as she takes the ultrasound photo from you. There, the confirmation is plain for her to see, written with your tentative due date of July. “No way! This is so exciting! When did you find out?”

“Like an hour ago,” you say. “I just got back from Alice’s. She said I’m about seven weeks along.”

“Oh my gosh! Congrats!” The younger girl hugs you tightly, which you reciprocate. “Have you told Gris yet?”

“Not yet, and I was hoping you could maybe help me with that?”

You trusted Tomme like a younger sister and knew she would have several ideas for how to tell your husband. Granted, you could just tell him outright, but where would be the fun in that?

By the time Gris returns from his assignment that evening, you’re practically giddy with excitement. “Well, hello to you too,” he chuckles as you meet him in the lobby (where you definitely had not spent the last couple hours wearing a hole into the floors). “I was only gone for a few hours. You miss me that much?”

You merely grin, standing on your toes to kiss him. “I just have this gift that I’ve been waiting to give you.”

“Gift?” Gris questions. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just come with me and find out.” You pull him along, sending Tomme a little wink when you pass her in the lounge.

Meanwhile, Gris is freaking out internally. Did he forget something? It wasn’t your wedding anniversary nor any of your birthdays. Was there a date he forgot about? No. He never forgot about date night, and if that were the case, he would’ve stopped on his way home to pick up some artificial flowers like he always did. So what was this gift you had?

You enter your shared room, quickly running over to the nightstand where you had left your small gift box, wrapped perfectly with a bow.

“Here, this is for you.” You’re a little shaky when you give it to Gris, not quite sure if it’s from nerves or excitement.

Gris regards the box a little skeptically. “Did…I forget something?”

“What? Am I not allowed to just give my husband a nice gift because I love him?”

“Well, I didn’t get you anything in return…”

You roll your eyes. “Gris, just open the damn box.”

Chuckling, he finally takes the gift from you. He unties the bow before opening the lid. Immediately, he’s confused by the sight of a pair of baby booties set in a bed of tissue.

“Um…thank you?”

You laugh. “Look at the lid.” Gris turns over the box lid where you had taped the ultrasound photo, along with a note that read, “The Best Husbands Get Promoted to Daddy.”

Immediately, his expression changes. In a span of thirty seconds, you watch his face go from confused to shock, to disbelief to tentative excitement. He looks between your face and your flat stomach, mouth falling agape, and Gris begins to tear up.

“Y-you’re pregnant…” his voice cracks, soft and unsteady. You smile, nodding to confirm. Gris drops the box, immediately pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

Dad!Gris who puts up with your weird cravings and mood swings like a champ. He gets whatever you want whenever and never complains.

Dad!Gris once drove two hours to get the specific brand of cookies you had wanted

It’s after three in the morning when you’re in the kitchen rummaging around through the fridge for a snack.

All throughout your first trimester, you had the worst morning sickness. You could hardly stomach anything and could barely eat without throwing up. It worried Gris greatly, but you managed to find a few things that didn’t bother you.

Unfortunately for you, your cravings would hit you at the strangest times. And most of the time, you wanted something spicy, oddly enough. Specifically, you would want the curry you got from your favorite place in Canvas Town. You think it was more so the sauce they used for their butter chicken that you craved, but certain meats made you queasy, and you couldn’t tolerate the taste or smell of them.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

You startled, nearly hitting your head against the fridge door. The light flickers on, and your husband lets out a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Gris, you scared me,” you exhale.

“Sorry. You weren’t in bed, and I was worried,” Gris said.

“I..uh…” you felt your face warm. “I was hungry…I was looking for my leftovers.”

“What leftovers?” He yawns, clearly still tired, which makes you feel bad for waking him. “The curry you ate earlier?”

You freeze. Shit. It completely slipped your mind. You had already eaten all your leftovers earlier. And just when you were craving it so bad, too.

“Hey. Hey. What’s wrong?” Concern laced Gris’s tone as he pulled you into your arms. He gently brushes his thumb against your cheek, catching a stray tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“I’m sorry. It’s stupid, but I—“ You sniffle, trying to bite back tears. Were you really crying over damn curry?

Gris’s expression softened. “Look, if you want, you can just have mine.”

“A-are you sure?”

He nods. “Go ahead. It’s probably not as hot as you like it, but if it’s something you can stomach, I’d rather you eat it. And we can go to Canvas Town in the morning if you still want more.”

Like magic, the waterworks stop. And you happily eat while your husband stands by, a soft, albeit tired, smile on his own face.

Dad!Gris who attends all of your appointments without fail. He keeps one of the ultrasound photos in his wallet for good luck before every assignment

Dad!Gris who doesn’t care about the gender of the baby, but is secretly over the moon when he finds out he’s having a little girl

Dad!Gris who treats you like royalty your entire pregnancy. He hardly lets you lift a finger to the point where he can be a bit overbearing, but he means well.

“Gris, please,” you sigh as your husband takes all the shopping bags you had been carrying. They contained nothing but clothes and weren’t even that heavy to begin with. “Let me hold something. All those bags are going to hurt your arms.”

The two of you had gone out to town to do some shopping for the nursery and get some items for the baby. Now that you were nearly halfway through your pregnancy, you figured it would be a good time to start preparing for your daughter’s arrival.

Of course, you had been mostly distracted by all the cute clothes, and you ended up with more dresses and accessories than your daughter would probably ever wear. But Gris was more than happy to entertain you. Plus, you did buy some practical stuff, like diapers and wipes.

Your husband insisted on carrying everything. He wouldn’t even let you hold the cute knitted blanket you had gotten for the nursery. Granted, Gris was more than strong enough to handle everything on his own. You just wanted to feel helpful in some manner.

When you try to take one back, he moves his arm out of the way, saying a firm but clear, “No.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re carrying like fifteen bags. Let me help.”

Gris moves away again, stealing a kiss when you try to lean in to take one of the bags again. You flush.

“You’re already carrying a lot by carrying our daughter,” Gris says, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of your belly. “The least I can do is carry a little shopping.”

You huff, trying to appear annoyed, though the flutter of your heart betrays you. “Stop saying such sweet things when I’m trying to be mad at you.”

Gris gives you a smug grin. “Will I be forgiven with some ice cream?”

“Make it a double scoop, and I’ll consider it.”

At that, he laughs. “Anything for you, my love.”

Dad!Gris who just marvels at the way your body changes during pregnancy. How your breasts swell and your stomach rounds, all for the sake of growing and nurturing his child.

Dad!Gris who gets approval to take time off work a month before your due date, so that he can spend more time with you before the baby arrives

Dad!Gris who is a little anxious about raising a child on the Ground. He wants nothing more than to be able to protect his family from harm, and you have to reassure him that you will be okay.

By the time Gris returns home for his last assignment before his extended leave, it’s late. He’s exhausted, body aching as he discards his mask and coat when he enters your shared room.

He’s grateful that the boss approved for him to take time off, but most of the Cleaners had been rather supportive and excited for the two of you to begin with. Still, Gris couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted.

His job as a supporter was important. He played an equally important role in ridding the world of the trash beasts so that not only was it safer, but for him to raise the family he was currently trying to build. At the same time, he had to be there for you. You, his wife, and his unborn daughter undeniably took precedence.

Knowing that, Gris couldn’t help the small twinge of guilt he felt for taking off no matter how much the others reassured him that HQ wouldn’t fall apart while he was on leave.

“Y/n, I’m home.” Gris looked around the room, realizing that you were nowhere to be found. The bed was made too. Odd, given how late it was. He crossed the room in quick strides to the bathroom, but you weren’t there either. Trying to swallow back his panic, Gris tried the choker, but when you didn’t respond to that either, his anxiety began to grow.

Running through the base, Gris searches for you frantically while trying his best not to make too much noise so that he wouldn’t disturb any of the Cleaners that were asleep. A dim light flickering in the lounge catches his attention.

There, you’re sitting on one of the recliners, head lolled to the side, asleep with a blanket pulled up to your chin. The TV’s still on, in the middle of some movie. Instantly, Gris lets out a sigh of relief before his expression softens. He kneels beside the recliner and takes in your serene and relaxed look.

As your due date approached, the more uncomfortable you became. He hated that he couldn’t take away your discomfort, especially when you slept. And he didn’t want to disturb you, given how at ease you looked.

Gently, Gris places a hand on your belly. He smiles when his daughter kicks against his palm. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you, Princess,” he says softly. “Just a few more weeks until I can hold you in my arms, so don’t give mommy too much trouble until then, okay?”

She kicks again, causing you to stir, brows furrowing slightly. “Gris?” You mumble groggily. Blinking, your bleary vision slowly comes into focus.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No. She kicked me in my side, and it kinda fucking hurt this time.” You press a hand against your stomach, where it feels like your daughter is curled up. No matter how much you try to push her, it seems like she has no intention of moving from her spot to offer you even a little reprieve. Noticing your discomfort, Gris helps you as you try to sit up.

“She’s sitting right here, and it’s making my hips sore.”

“After I had said not to cause you trouble,” he playfully scolds, shooting your stomach a glare. “I see now, you’re going to be stubborn.”

You let out a sleepy laugh. “When did you get back? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Not too long ago. Had me worried at first, cause you weren’t in bed.”

“I was trying to stay up until you got home,” you say with a yawn. “I think the pregnancy’s made me more anxious when you’re not around.”

A small frown tugged at Gris’s lips. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“No. It’s fine. I know it’s your job.”

Sure, it was his job. He had a role to fulfill, but that didn’t change the fact that you needed him. And your needs would always be first.

As he stands, you scoot over as much as you can on the recliner to make room for him, but Gris merely pulls you into his lap despite your protests that you were way too heavy. Still, you can’t help but relax against him, nuzzling into his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“Tonight was my last assignment until after the baby’s born,” Gris explains. From the way he traces gentle circles on your shoulder, you start to doze off. “The boss approved for me to take time off, so I’ll be here for you both as much as you need.”

And that was a promise.

Dad!Gris who swore his wedding day was the best day of his life, but dammit, the day his daughter was born was competing for the spot.

Dad!Gris who is a godsend throughout your entire labor. Whatever you need. If you want to crush his hand, go for it. If you need words of encouragement, he’s your number one cheerleader.

Dad!Gris who is literally beyond excited when he can finally hold his little girl in his arms.

“You’re doing great, love,” your husband says, brushing a gentle hand across your brow to push your sweaty hair out of your face.

Your grip on his hand tightens, groaning as another contraction steals your breath. If you were hurting him, and you were undeniably cutting the circulation off his fingers, Gris didn’t complain.

“I-I can’t do this…” You whimper. Tears prickle against your eyelashes. “Fuck…I can’t.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Gris kissed your forehead, making you whine. “You’re doing great. You got this.”

You shake your head. Hiding your face into the pillow, you suck in a breath, holding it as a harder, more intense contraction hits. Beside the bed, the heart monitor tracking the baby’s heart rate suddenly begins to beep and then drops.

“Y/n, you have to breathe,” Alice chides. “Every time you hold your breath, it makes the baby’s heart rate go down.”

“It hurts,” you cry.

“I know, sweetheart,” Gris says. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’ll get through it, but first, we need you to breathe.”

He tenderly wipes away your tears as you suck in a sharp breath. The beeping monitor reminds you to exhale. You could do this, you remind yourself. You could do this.

“You’re at ten centimeters,” Alice informs. “Time to push.”

A few hours and several pushes later, you finally welcome your little girl into the world. She announces her arrival with an ear-piercing cry. You’re dazed, exhausted, and slightly out of it, so it takes a full thirty seconds to realize that Alice has cleaned her and placed her against your chest.

Your daughter continued to fuss, squirming in your arms. Carefully, you trace a finger down her cheek, round and red from crying. She begins to settle, eventually quieting down to soft coos. Her face scrunches, and she slowly blinks open her eyes, which you immediately note, “Gris, she has your eyes.”

You look over to your husband, who has gone silent.

Gris stares at you with an unreadable expression. Quiet awe? Adoration? Maybe a twinge of apprehension? There wasn’t a way to fully explain the elated sensation he was feeling. Just that in this very moment, his heart was so full that he could probably cry.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask. He looks to you, then with a wordless nod, sits beside you on the edge of the bed.

Your daughter whimpers as you pass her to her father. She’s so tiny in Gris’s arms, and he seems a bit awkward at first, trying to position her. But once she’s settled, it looks so natural for him.

“We meet at last, Princess,” he chuckles, breathless sounding. Gris gives you a slightly tearful look. “You know, when we got married, I promised you that there would never be another girl who would steal my heart. But—“ his voice cracks slightly. “I’ve had her in my arms for only fifteen seconds, and I’d give my life for her.”

You smile tiredly. “She’s already got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I already know. I’m going to be in trouble.” Gris leans in, kissing you gently as your eyes start to flutter closed. “You did well, sweetheart. Go ahead and rest now.”

[nittalicious]

Fantasizing about Enjin right now yes

Just look at that man 💋💍

He's so Nnnnghhhhh

[itsagoodluckkiss]

Gachiakuta chapter 166 spoilers part 2

Oh my baby...

He is just a traumatized kid that wants to save others... he just looks so much like a little kid in the panel he finds Alto... he's precious... my heart is breaking...

[ceristelle]

TEEHEE HI first time requesting kinda nervous,, i saw you're open to writing stuff for gachiakuta sooo 😝😝 maybe a drabble with zanka, enjin and follo and what their love languages are? i love your works btw <3

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

✧ love looks different on each of them, but somehow it always finds its way back to you. or, how the gachiakuta guys express their love. ft. enjin, zanka nijiku, follo tunito ! ݁ 𝜗𝜚. JEWEL!!! I APPRECIATE U ML for being my first gachi req <3 tyty i love seeing u in my notifs <3

ZANKA NIJIKU ꩜

acts of service + quality time!

zanka isn’t the type to say “i love you” out loud. words feel too cheap, too intimate flashy for someone who constantly battles his own feelings of mediocrity. instead, he shows it by carving out time just for you—even when he’s exhausted from training.

he’ll silently show up at your door after a long day, dragging you somewhere quiet (a rooftop, anywhere away from the noise, or his room. though he gets really flustered at the thought so it’s rare). no big speeches. he sits beside you, shoulders touching, and makes sure you eat something because “you look like you forgot again.”

it’s an excuse just to watch you take it from him happily because he’s such an attentive boyfriend. but he will never tell you that.

if you’re stressed, he’ll wordlessly take over whatever small task is bothering you. whether it be sharpening any tools you have, fixing broken gadgets or standing guard so you can rest. he’ll grumble about it like, “don’t get used to this”, but his actions have underlying care. when you thank him, he looks away, ears reddening.

“…tch. it’s nothing. just don’t make me say it.”

ENJIN ☂︎

words of affirmation + physical touch!

enjin is pretty warm for a guy who calls himself “an average cleaner.” he has an easy-going way of making you feel seen without making it awkward or try-hard. it’s natural in a way that might cause misconceptions from others thinking the two of you have been together for way longer than you actually have.

he’s big on casual praise—dropping honest, laid-back compliments when you least expect it. “you handled that well babe,” or “if we all came back in one piece it’s ‘cause of you.” said with that relaxed grin while he lights a cigarette. enjin remembers the little things you say and brings them up later, as long as it’s something that’ll bring out that smile of yours he’s come to adore.

affection through touch is another top way he expresses his love. whether by a hand on your shoulder to steady you if you’re overwhelmed, ruffling your hair when you do something impressive, or straight up pulling you into his lap because “just wanted you close to me”. he’s not overly clingy, but his touch is reassuring like he’s silently saying i’ve got you.

he rests his chin atop your head one day, smirking when you try to swat him away and says, “what? can’t a guy show appreciation for his favorite person?”

FOLLO TUNITO ⚒

gift giving + words of affirmation!

follo tries very hard to be the polite, reliable guy on the surface around everyone. and once you two make things official, that effort doubles.

he shows love through small, thoughtful gifts. nothing extravagant (he doesn’t have much. and, well, what can you really give in a world full of trash?), but always meaningful; a carefully chosen trinket he thinks you’d like (after hours of overthinking), or something practical that makes your day easier. such as handing you a bottle of the most freshest water he could get, a plate of food if you’re tired. follo gets embarrassed when you notice, adjusting his hat and trying to play it cool even though his heart’s bursting in joy.

he’s also surprisingly good with gentle words. when you’re doubting yourself, he’ll know how to speak to you softly but sincerely, reminding you of your worth in that slightly awkward way of his. follo wants you to feel valued—because he knows what it’s like to feel overlooked.

deep down, he may have a lot on his plate, but when it comes to you? he strives to be the best version of himself he can become.

he’ll blush one evening as you’re snuggled against him, mumbling, “i just…want you to know you’re important to me. a lot.”