𓏲ּ𝄢 follo adores your voice, even more when he discovers your talent for singing┆request
there was a long checklist of things follo had come to love about you.
how sweet you were to him.
how you would always instantly acknowledge him every time you spotted him in the mornings.
the way you could always pull a laugh out of him.
how distractingly pretty you looked in your cleaner’s uniform.
the list went on and on, some things he preferred to keep to himself, though one thing for sure—
follo had always loved your voice.
in casual conversations, through the choker, or even hearing you laugh loudly from the other room, he had found a sense of softness in it.
but the one thing that would instantly have his head whipping around was your habit for singing. a habit he wasn’t even sure you knew about, counting up the times he’d catch you absentmindedly singing to yourself.
the first time he heard it was in the middle of the night. in a small snack crave he shuffled to the mess hall, stopping in his tracks when he heard noises. to be more specific, soft singing, which made him poke his head out in curiosity.
instantly he was captured by the scene, your soft singing blending against the quiet hum of pipes, shirt perfectly hanging off your shoulder, completely in your own world.
admittedly he stayed and gawked at you like a fish, feeling somewhat of a degenerate afterwards, but the sound wouldn’t leave his mind the rest of that night.
another thing he came to discover, was that it wasn’t just you didn’t know you had a tendency to sing, it was also that you were shy about it.
so when he caught you softly singing to yourself during a mission while on the sidelines, he speaks before thinking.
“uh—hey” he watches as you instantly stop, “you sound really nice.”
confusion at first, then a slight panic washes over your eyes.
“…what?”
“your singing? it sounds really pretty.”
when you darted your eyes away from him, hand clutching your jinki tighter, he began to slightly panic as well.
“did i say something wrong?!”
“no! it’s just…embarrassing.”
with his hands hovering awkwardly near your shoulder as if debating to grab them, he darts his eyes away too.
“but, thank you.”
and there it was again, that same sweet feeling returning to his stomach when he heard those words leave your mouth.
your voice had a killer effect on him in any situation, echoes of praises, laughs, songs, and hell even just you saying his name ringing in his head.
“y-yeah! no problem” he stumbles out, before gris snaps him out of his moment with you and calls him back to focus.
this is all my mutuals off the top of my head, anyone i missed feel free 2 just join anyway. also i tagged ALL the mutuals i could think of so obv these r npt and u dont have 2 do this
