My first fanfic ever & english not my first language. Apologize any misspell.
You and Follo was not the "opposites attract" type. Both of you are young with a will to prove yourselfs, kind — and insecure.
Even with his inferiority complex, his kindess made him feel something pull him towards you the moment it was visible how shy and unsure you were that day. How can his strong sense of justice let the new supporter suffer a nonsense, stupid mistreatment from some givers and others idiots, being put down as a unworthy or invisible for being a supporter?
He blinked with a little bit of surprise with how fast his body moved to you before he could think about it. He quickly tried to compose himself to properly greet you with a small and shy smile on his face. You giggle when a tall, blond guy with a hat and a scar on his eye rest his hand on this shy black haired guy's shoulder, apologizing with a calm smile and apresenting himself as "Gris" and the other one "Follo".
After this, you and Follo became close friends. Even talking about givers and how they eager and dream to have a jinki, which name the jinki would be named, sleepovers with a juice drink for late conversations, how his heart — for some reason — beats stronger when he looks at you. "Maybe i should put this drink down for a bit..." He thinks with himself, as if a juice drink with no energetic or alcohol was one to blame.. Both with young energy, humour, company, dreams. — hidden inferiority complex, insecure, envy of the givers. But not that you two would tell each other that so soon.
You could almost see his care and protectness about you when he looked a little nervous, anxious even, when warning about trash beasts, but how it's okay because you're not alone. He tries to enfase that you don't need to put yourself in danger without thinking when helping a giver or another mate, how he'll be there, how Gris would be there, how you don't need to hurt yourself just to try to impress someone or looks worthy. — but just as you two are young and a little idiots, you don't listen him that much and he don't listen his own voice.
He don't even realize he wants to protect you and your self-esteem because he saw himself on you. And it was almost show when the day someone just dare to look at you with disdain, like you're less, just some thing to die in battle for the incredible, strong and special givers. The anger and revolt he felt on his chest was burning. Follo immediatelly moved to defend your — and all supporters's — honor. Follo pushed that person hard.
— YOU DON'T LOOK AT THEM LIKE THAT! — he shouted, pointing his finger to the asshole's chest.
Your surprise lastes some seconds, you didn't back down either, you stood at his side. You were nervous, yes. That look hurt and revolts your heart. With one arm gently holding Follo's arm, more like a touch than holding, like seeking reassurence? Braveness? Don't want him to get hurt? On a fight? You can't think so well right now with this adrenaline running your body. — Don't even notice Follo's eyes tearing up. Seeing his shy, kind and so trustful teammate and friend, being disrespected for nothing, it was just too much. Too much nonsense injustice. Unfair.
"when i become a giver, i'm gonna stay as supporter to no one see supporters as inferior, never again."