follo swore up and down you had no idea what you did to him. the way you walked into a room made his whole chest tighten. he tried to act normal, he really did, but his fingers betrayed him, twitching against his knees or fumbling with whatever was in his hands. and when you smiled in his direction, even if it wasn’t meant for him, his brain just went blank.
gris caught him again. follo had been staring too long, eyes fixed on you like he was hypnotized. gris leaned over, voice low and steady.
“why don’t you talk to her.”
follo jolted, nearly dropping the small object he was pretending to be busy with. “i—no, i can’t.”
“you’re not going to get anywhere just sitting there,” gris offered.
follo’s throat went dry. he wanted to say he would talk to you, eventually. but his head filled with excuses before the words could even form. you were too… too good for him. he wasn’t sure what he could offer you except nervous stammering and a bright red face.
so he shook his head. “she… uh, she wouldn’t wanna talk to me.”
gris only raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push further. letting follo sit there with his thoughts.
and follo’s thoughts always ended up the same. they followed him through the day, through dinner, through every quiet moment until night came. and when he was alone, lying under the covers, he let himself think about you freely. the way your voice sounded, how your eyes might look if they met his and didn’t turn away. he pictured conversations that never happened, smiles you never gave him, but ones he wished for anyway.
and at night, when it was finally quiet, he’d lie on his back staring at the ceiling. you were always the last thing on his mind before sleep pulled him under. he thought of your laugh, the way your eyes shined when you smiled, the way just being near you made him feel like his heart was beating loud enough for anyone to hear.
he wanted to talk to you. he wanted it more than anything. but for now, all he could do was think about you, fidget with his sleeves, and let gris catch him staring again tomorrow.
NOTE: lil something for the cutest boy! We need more Follo appreciation, sure he doesn’t get social cues but at least he’s cute??
“Boo”
The sudden voice in his ear spoke, the abrupt words paired with the slight release of air spooked Follo from where he was sitting in the mess hall.
He was just planning on getting a quick bite to eat, training all day with his new vital instrument Alan really did a number on his body.
Especially after the stunt he pulled in Kremmos Village.
And Gris wasn’t going easy on him either, something about ‘treating ya like a real giver!’ Whatever that meant.
Follo turned his head around quick, his eyes meeting a pair of familiar ones.
“Ah—! Welcome back! I didn’t know you got back so soon.” He rubbed his neck, the heat already clinging to his cheeks.
“Follo~ you didn’t tell me you’re a giver now! All cool with your new vital instrument.” You teased him, stroking his hammer that was left on the table.
He tilted his head down, wanting to face you. “C’mon I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m still new to all this so you might have to give me a couple tips.”
You laugh and really gave him a stare down.
His hair was different, definitely trimmed. Must’ve been that gnarly scar he has on the side of his head.
The small smile on your face drops slightly, and you give a quiet ‘tsk’.
“Aw your pretty skins all messed up on this side.” You reach up and caress the scarred side of his face. Paying no mind to the warmth of his ears, or the blush creeping onto his equally pretty face.
“Nah don’t worry about it, I asked Eishia to keep it for me. Gonna remind me to stay grounded and not mess up like that again.”
Follo’s voice was steady but you could hear the underlying message.
It must’ve messed him up bad.
You keep on fidgeting with his face and the surrounding hair, tugging lightly or poking the scarred skin gently.
Follo didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop, not when you were doting on him so sweetly like this. He could only stand still and twiddle his fingers while you had your fill.
He needs to stop blushing so much though.
—
Before you could bruise his skin, due to the amount of ‘touchy feely’ you were doing a familiar voice interrupts you.
“Hey your back! Went ahead and found the man of the hour didn’t you?”
You and Follo looked up towards the source of the voice.
“Gris!”
“Gris?”
You both said simultaneously.
“You were supposed to look after each other! Sure Follo awakened as a giver but look at what it did to his handsome face!” You huffed, pulling Follo’s face down to your eye level, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Calm down it all ended up working in the end right? And besides doesn’t Follo look hella manly with that scar.” Gris chuckled leaning in the table.
“Cmon you guys… you’re being annoying.” Follo said through gritted teeth, cheeks still being pressed together by your soft and warm hands.
“Hmm”
You squint your eyes and pull Follo’s imprisoned face closer to your own, investigating the familiar yet unfamiliar features of his new face.
A smile grows from your lips and you give his nose a quick peck.
“Yeah y’know what you’re right as always Gris, Follo’s still so cute~”
“Knew you’d say that.”
“Sweetie…let go…please.”
Follo tried to gently pry your fingers off his face, he knows you don’t mind PDA but it’s too much for his mind to comprehend right now, especially after he’s been deprived of your soft lips for so long.
He’d rather not get pent up in the middle of the mess haul, and with Gris literally two steps away from him.
“Why don’t you show her that hammer of yours Follo. It’s some pretty cool stuff you got there.” Gris grinned as he took a sip of the drink in his mug.
“Great idea! Follo show me! C’mon!”
You grab his wrist and the hammer from the table and make your way to your room.
It wasn’t far, it’s the closest to the communal rooms anyways.
—
Closing your door and hearing the faint ‘click’ of the lock, you turn to face Follo.
He’s making himself comfortable on the couch in the corner, playing the hammer on his lap.
You smile and make your way towards him, taking the hammer of his lap and replacing it with yourself. Leaning into his warmth and taking the hat he always wore and placing onto your own head.
“I always knew you’d come around.”
He chuckled, “oh yeah? I was about to start giving up to.”
You puffed your cheeks up at him. “That’s not true and you know it.”
When he doesn’t reply back but only stares at you with that all knowing smile of his you let out a dramatic sigh.
Leaning your head onto his chest, you try to melt into him.
“Really worried me y’know. When Semui told me something happened I freaked out so bad.”
Follo’s right arm wrapped around your curled up frame, while his left occupied itself by stroking your hair.
“You were that worried ‘bout me.” It was bad, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help that his ego swelled slightly from your words.
You nodded.
“You’re just the sweetest thing aren’t you?” He said, smiling softly, his face resting on the top of your head.
“C’mon no more moping around, I’ll show you what I went through hell for.” Follo said, with a dopey grin on his face that made you feel so fuzzy.
you two are meant to be — it is a given and everyone else in cleaners knew that yet he is still hesitating !
featuring. follo tunito !
content. 1.8k wc , fluff fluff fluff , pure fluff slight crack , whipped (?) follo , safe for minors , crappy writing , spoiler free , follo might be extremely out of character in this oneshot , this was a request.
author’s note. thank you for waiting for long and also sorry for waiting so long! I hope you enjoy the fluffy follo request ehe, have lots lots of fun !!!
FOLLO is definitely in love with a certain someone.
It doesn't take someone to glance twice before figuring out his true feelings. Even someone as oblivious as Rudo is able to tell how he is starting to act like a lovesick fool around them.
Okay perhaps it's getting overestimated because no one but Gris figured out his feelings and Rudo only knows since Follo accidentally blurted it out on a random Sunday during a mission.
No one will know until there are clear hints and signs. Because Follo and Gris keep their lips sealed tightly. Or Rudo messed it up and told the others (Zanka and Riyo and Enjin).
Suddenly? The whole crew knew about Follo's little crush about you. With everyone, they mean everyone.
"Rudo! Did you tell the others!?" Follo exclaimed in horror after some guys spoke up about it.
"Tell... what?" the mentioned boy questioned and blinked, his brain too slow to process the meaning behind the words.
"About..! A-About err— About my crush... on [name]." with every word leaving Follo's lips, he grew quieter and quieter.
"Oh. Yes, I did. Was it wrong..? I'm sorry." Rudo apologised with a slight frown, disappointed at himself.
"Maybe I wasn't clear enough." it felt like his soul was escaping his body while looking as pale as a ghost. "Never mind."
"Don't worry about it too much, Follo!" Riyo chimed in as she pushed her plate into the middle of the table, sending him an empty smile, "I kinda figured already!"
"What!? Was it that obvious?" the black haired could bury himself now, panic crossing his face. "Does she know?"
"Nah, don't worry. I didn't notice yer crush at all." Zanka spoke up while setting his fork aside.
"Good god..." the main character for the day heaved out a sigh. "How did you figure, Riyo?"
"Sit down, sit down." she ushered him and grabbed a chair.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he followed her demand obediently and let himself drop to the seat. "Look... Boys like Zanka and Rudo would never notice anyway if it weren't for you telling Rudo directly."
"That's right." Follo nodded.
"Hey!"
"Excuse yerself?"
"Don't mind them." Riyo shook her head and leaned back against her chair, "I remember that one time watching the two of you. Quite amusing yourselves that day, huh?"
You slightly titled your head to the side as you heaved out a sigh, the tip of the wooden sword hitting the ground again as you wiped away the sweat from your forehead.
"That wasn't bad, Follo." you offered him a small smile, "but still not good enough."
"I know... I feel kinda hopeless already." the boy panted in exhaustion and gravity pulling him down to the floor, now falling to the ground. "I can't help it. I don't know where to do better."
"Didn't you notice the same mistake..?" you trailed off and crouched down to his level, "sit up."
"Yes, ma'am." he immediately answered and sat up like you said.
"Before receiving a hit, you always shut your eyes in preparation." you pointed out and shared your observation, "like— it looks like you are prepared to get hit."
"I mean I do."
"No. This isn't the right behaviour. You shouldn't give up until you really are defeated. If I were a trash beast, you would've been dead four times." you sweat dropped.
"Actually? I think more than four times." he deadpanned.
"You're being pessimistic." your lips turned into a straight line as you sighed once again, "but what I wanted to say with this, stop closing your eyes the last moment. One second can change much."
"Right... Okay." he nodded slowly, "I will try."
"Trying doesn't do much. You gotta reach your goal." you stood up again and extended out your hand. "Come on. We're having another round."
"Uh..."
Broken noises left his lips before his mouth suddenly dried out, eyes glued to your hand reaching out for his. He hesitated. And then took your hand. With closed eyes.
"Hey, is this some kind of habit? I mean closing your eyes." you complained and pulled him up to his feet.
"No. It's not." he answered, no second passed after you asked.
"Stop that habit."
"It's not a habit..!"
Riyo stared at the scene while dodging Rudo's attacks, jumping a few steps away — without sparring him much of a glance. "Oh wow?" she breathed out and turned back to her partner.
"Don't think I missed how red your ears were." a smile crossed her lips, "she didn't see it, probably because she was in front of you."
If the eyes of boys didn't deceive them, they could see the smugness lingering behind her eerie, green eyes. "That's a sign for having a crush?" Rudo breathed out in slight awe.
"No, but in that moment... It kinda clicked."
"That reminds me about that one time. Err... I think it was last party." Zanka mentioned, "when Follo and [name] chatted a little and he..."
"Man, you seem so stiff. What's wrong?"
Follo couldn't help himself but flinch in an instant as soon as you put your hands over his shoulders, head to the side as you faced him from behind. He slowly turned his head to you, neck almost snapping.
"[name]!" he called out in surprise.
"Well hello to you too." you blinked slightly and sat down next to him. "Ah, looks delicious."
"This? Yeah I think it was the last one." he told you, eyes sinking to his plate, "wanna try?"
"Eh? Really? You're letting me try?" your lips curled into a grin as you didn't hesitate anymore — using his fork to cut a piece and taking it into your mouth.
"Ah." he gaped, lips parting until it looked like his jaw dropped.
"Close your mouth or else you'll swallow some flies." you sweat dropped at the sight and gazed down to the food again, "you probably asked to share out of kindness."
"N-No!—"
"Sorry, I didn't meant to steal your food." you sighed out in dismay.
"Hey, wait no I was just shocked!" since he just shared an indirect kiss with his crush. "You can have the rest if you'd like!"
"No need to force yourself, dude." you nudged his arm and pushed his plate to him again.
"I'm not!" he denied.
"Mmh? Really?" your eyes lit up at his words before taking his plate already and continuing.
"Of course..." he trailed off, lips curling into a smile.
His eyes attentively followed your movements, watching how you enjoyed the food — he should've gotten more, that is for sure.
"—Ya stared are her like sum lovesick fool." Zanka commented, "I'm surprised that I didn't think about it before."
"I don't look like a fool..." Follo sucked in his breath and was about to continue until someone interrupted them.
"Having fun without me?" you questioned as you stood a few feet away from them, hand resting on your hip. "C'mon, the last few days you've been secretive and all. Did you plan a party for me?"
"P-Party?" Rudo lifted his head from his plate, food stuffed in his mouth before swallowing it, "are there sweets?"
"Yeah well, I would ask you." another blink — and a smile painted your face already, now sitting down next to Zanka.
"Or you ask Follo!" Riyo smiled brightly before standing up from her seat like Zanka, "party's over! Let's get going."
"Good luck. Ya can do it." Zanka nodded and grabbed Rudo by his collar.
"Wait..! I'm not done yet!"
"Read the atmosphere, idiot."
"Where are they going? Do they despise me that much?" you huffed out and turned back your attention to the black haired guy.
"No, I'm sure they don't." he assured you, giving you the kindest smile he could muster.
"Oh sure, just protect them." you grumbled under your breath and leaned your chin in your plan while the other is reaching out for his cheek to pull.
"Ack— Nof uhm not protectin' them." he denied, expression dead serious.
"Relax, it was a joke." you chuckled at the face and let go of his cheek.
A gleam of delight surrounded in the middle of your eyes as you returned his kind smile with a chilled one, your hand falling to the table as you spoke up again, "so? What were you talking about?"
"We? I eh... We were talking about you— PFFT NO I MEANT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT TRASH BEAST!" he spluttered and slammed his forehead against his hand, the blush creeping up his face.
"Am I that interesting?" you laughed out loud and patted his head, "what's so special about me that you'd talk about someone like me?"
"Someone like you..?" he repeated and used a hand to cover the lower part of his face, eyes landing on your pretty face while furrowing his brows. "You're cool and strong, a genius in field of fighting. Even Zanka is ready to acknowledge that"
"What else?"
"Errr what else..? You're also very funny, people think it's an attractive trait. Also you effortlessly beautiful, even during fighting, people mentioned that too. You draw others in easily with your cool and collected mind, people—"
"You're always ending it with people said that." you pointed out and knitted your brows slightly, "but what about you? What do you think about me?"
"M-Me?" he stammered as he blinked frantically, "what I think about you?"
"That's right. Tell me something that you think." your frown was quick to disappear, replaced by a grin.
"Well actually... People is me." he confessed, running a hand over his hair. "Yeah— When I uh say people I meant me."
"Huh?" your grin widened, "you really seem to like me!"
"I do." his eyes didn't flicker around this time, gazes clashing as he continued with his confession, "I like you— It's not like like, I meant like in a romantic way. Since day one, when you joined cleaners with that everlasting grin. Since you cheered me up that I did actually do a good job. Since you treated me as an equal..."
You stared at him. Cheeks slowly heating up. Your lips parting slightly before closing them again.
"I..." you let out carefully, mixed with a hint of surprise, "actually I thought that too."
"You thought what?"
"That you are cool. I admire your determination, it's nice to see it. Not everyone has such fiercely and devoted feeling since ever. Also I like your eyes. They're pretty. The orange hue paired with determination."
He gulped — couldn't help but do that, face painted in red in record time.
"Wanna go out?"
"N-Now?" you titled your head in confusion.
"Ah not now..! Wait never mind. Let's go out right now." he lifted himself from the chair and extended his hand,
This is based on a self insert oc i hope thats ok!
Mandatory questions-
Fandom: gachiakuta
Gender: Female She/Her
Sexuality: straight
Age range: 17-19
Personality: upbeat and lax about things, focussed on fun, lifting others up, and comforting people
Interests: cooking, coffee, helping others, drawing, working out
Looking for in a partner: being loving and kind not much else
Pet peeves: being unnecessarily rude or passive aggressive all the time
Optional-
Mbti: Entp/Entp
Love language: quality time and physical touch
Hobbies: making coffee(a barista) and working out
Ideal first date: cooking for him and hanging out talking and getting to know eachother, or getting coffee
Character i dont want to be matched: fu(hes so sweet but not for me :( )
Idk what else to share but thank you for considering this for me if you do :))
⌗ MATCH TWO ੭ ⁺
you matched up with... FOLLO TUNITO
follo's hard-working and friendly attitude would blend well with your own upbeat and lax personality. two relatively positive people that would get along well.
he isn't one to be rude. follo is great with people, knowing how to handle situations calmly. he's great at letting the conversation flow, perfect for getting to know each other. he also has a habit of looking out for you, checking in routinely, and packing up on little extra supplies for you.
follo would appreciate your supportiveness. every little thing you'd do for him—like cooking for him, or making him coffee—would come a great way for him, as he is often on the side of being the supporting one. he'd enjoy the quality time spent together.
he'd be a bit on the bashful side when it comes to relationships, hesitant to initiate things first. he tries his best, overall. consulting others for advise whenever he needs something in relation to you is something common for him, such as for gifts or for settling a misunderstanding.
he always makes sure that you feel recognized. he'd hate for you to feel like your efforts are unnoticed. follo has had his fair share of people looking down at him, and he'd be quick to defend if someone ever even hints that you're lacking.
follo is already hard-working. though for you, he'd go above and beyond. as much as he'd dislike for you to overwork yourself, he's a hypocrite. in the rare moments his dedication results in something negative, he instantly grows sheepish around you.
the two of you would blend well with each other. being with follo would bring out the best in each other, balancing each other's strong suits.
going on supply runs together, only to end up getting side-tracked and buying little trinkets that remind you of each other.
weekly lunch dates in different restaurants he's been given recommendations to. some of them get niche.
working out together, pushing each other to do their best and being encouraging—and then having an unserious flexing competition right after.
cooking together. follo is decent at it, though nothing spectacular. most of the time, he just follows your lead, being a helpful kitchen hand.
bedroom hangouts, either doing reports together, cleaning equipment, or playing board games while conversing, unwinding and simply being with each other.
the problem isn’t about him at all but rather about you — does it help though ?
featuring. follo tunito !
content. 1.1k wc , angst , hurt without comfort , insecurities — not being good enough , established relationship , safe for minors , spoiler free , crappy writing seriously now , this was a request.
author’s note. I really struggled with this oneshot because highkey, I cannot write angst and it hasn’t changed the last months, it was really a challenge for me but I still hope you enjoy sighs, ily thank you for challenging me in writing. no part two…
"DO you want to umm... go out tomorrow?" Follo, your boyfriend, questioned nervously — hand against his neck to rub away the worries.
"Oh. Ahh..." you trailed off without even being able to face him properly, eyes glued to your book. "I'm not sure. With who..?"
"The two of us."
"Just the two of us?" it was the most obvious answer, "I don't know."
"Okay."
He just, accepted your rejection and sat down next to you, the hint of sadness hiding in the gleam of his eyes. "Sorry." he whispered the apology as if he did anything wrong, as if it would break your relationship.
"Don't be."
Silence settled between you two, sitting side by side as you flipped to the next page.
It was nerve wracking.
He was too close, too close for your comfort.
And he was your boyfriend.
Yet you couldn't help yourself but be a little selfish, sliding a few centimetres away from his presence, his stare — him. You felt so, so bad—so guilty. Because you didn't let him close to you.
Hell, you don't even know what you issue was but you can't keep being in his near. It's eating you from the inside, it breaks you eventually.
You two live in different bubbles. While he can enter yours, you cannot enter his.
"I'm sorry if I ever did something." he paused, "I love you."
Your heart aches at his words. Nevertheless, you keep staring at those blank pages, trying to absorb every word written on them.
Why are you avoiding him?
"You're so cute!" Riyo squeezed both of your cheeks, slender fingers wrapped around your baby fat to play with them.
"I'm not." you sighed, "you think everything is cute."
"Zanka isn't."
"HEY!"
At that, you couldn't help but burst into laughter — you don't avoid them, your friends. You let them close to you, be near you, touch you. You grant them entry into your small world.
Why can't he be part of it?
"No, he isn't cute at all." you agreed with Riyo, just to receive a menacing glare. "He's cool."
"Thanks, I know that much." he huffed, yet his glare softened by a ton.
"No—you're cool." Rudo chimed in, "has anyone ever told you that?"
"Oh wow, y'all really hate me." Zanka commented.
"This isn't about you."
"Riyo, get out."
"Ya know, you always think so little about yourself..." Rudo sighed out and leaned against the table, slumping down like pudding. "Frustrates me how you don't see your own worth."
"Thanks." your lips curled into a smile as you thanked Rudo, a gleam of gratitude in your eyes, "it means a lot."
How can you smile so easily and converse with them so well?
Follo stares. In envy. Or in confusion. And you see it in the corner of your sight.
You return his stare — unblinking eyes set on his face as you covered the lower half of your face using your hands.
Frustration grew over you. The silence gnawing in the most mentally-irritating way possible. You gulped with anxiety. Nothing can ever go right if the words »we need to talk« are said.
It leaves an unsaid and untouched tension, a heavy atmosphere swaying in the air and it breaks you. Because actually, you already know what Follo wants to talk about.
"You know—"
"I'm sorry." you let out a sigh.
Because you know what the issue is. But a sorry won't fix it. The moment he realised one thing was the second it all came breaking down.
"I'm sorry." you whisper again, as if the world would come breaking down if you raised your voice even a bit louder.
But it did. Because he was your world.
"Don't apologise yet." he states firmly, the edge of his voice sharpened with care. "Did I... do something?"
"No—No, not at all." your reply was too quick, like this was your practiced response. "You didn't do anything."
"Then why..." Follo trailed off softly, tome laced with confusion and uncertainty, "you push me away and I'm tired of this. I try my best to—I don't know, I try to get close to you. Slow and steady, an approach I assumed you'd like. But all you do is push me away. I don't even know why I'm being so desperate."
"I-I know." you stuttered, too overwhelmed with his frustration, heart too heavy to carry.
Fuck—you can't even meet his gaze properly, you can't even see his anger and frustration all at once, you can only hear it.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear your sorry's..!" he breathed out, the sound of his words are low and shaky, almost breaking, "am I the problem? Should I even take a slower approach?"
He trembles. Not out of anger but rather out of fear.
"I—" you interrupted yourself, "no, it's not you..."
You aren't the problem, I am.
A phrase said too often to comfort, to calm someone else down. Yet it never helped. It never comforted, it never calmed down the fire. It only worsened it. It's an unsaid apology, an excuse.
"I just—I don't know... I feel like i'm not ready for this, this relationship." you mumbled, "it's so delicate. I fear I'd break it if I touch it. I don't even know why I entered this world, I was never ready to leave my own."
You think there are tears. Not yours, his. His beautiful, pulchritudinous eyes filled with tears. You actually don't think anymore, you know. Because there's this deep cut in his heart.
"Am I not enough—?"
"It's not you, it's me." it never meant to fix anything, you just said it to fill the silence, to lessen his insecurities.
“Then why do you… avoid me?”
“It’s not like I want to—”
“Your actions speak otherwise.”
“I’m sorry.” you breathed out, closing your eyes for the moment to calm down, to get off this high.
“Are you…?” he arched his brows, desperation at its peak.
Follo doesn’t understand. He can’t. Because you don’t let him understand—it’s a never ending spiral of confusion and fear. He even tried to force himself to understand, failing miserably.
There are worlds between you.
"Really..." your hands wrapped around your clothes, holding onto it like your life depends on it, like he would disappear.
But at the end? He will go—he'll vanish from your sight, leaving your world.
"How can you say that?" his voice broke.
It forced you to lift your head and to meet his gaze. Filled with hurt.
Your chest tightened, your hand twitched, longing your brush his dark hair out of his face and to wipe his tears away. But you hold yourself back. Because you don't deserve to touch his delicate self.
"I'm... I'm sorry." you avoided looking at him again. "But I think I'm not fit for this, for this relationship."
after a long and exhausting missions you needed time for yourself — and not to forget a little comfort !
featuring. follo tunito !
content. 0.74k wc , angst , hurt with comfort , slight fluff , trauma response , vomiting , panic , spoiler free , teeny tiny bit of dark themes , this was a request.
author’s note. alright this time I really fucked up the request, I think this was supposed to be super fluffy and all with follo and reader winding down after a mission but my hands took over somehow?
HEAVING out a big sigh, you took off your blood drenched gloves and mask, placing them on the desk before leaving your room again — quickly rushing into the women's bathroom.
Not even noticing that you just passed your black-haired boyfriend, who eyed you quietly. He didn't mutter out a word to hinder you, letting you leave quietly with hurried steps.
Because he knows you need time for the meanwhile.
"Urg..." you covered your mouth, bending over the sink while watching the water flow.
It wasn't supposed to come out like this. It was supposed to be an easy mission today, everyone alright and safe. You were supposed to be cautious all the time — yet you got distracted.
Getting distracted. Which led to the utterly weak trash beast taking advantage and attacking you. And you knew if the attack did hit you, it would've only pierced through your arm.
But why? Why, why, why, why?
Why did Gris have to jump into sight, taking the stab instead? Why did he save you? Why did he put your safety over his own? You would've been hurt, not fatally.
The blood gliding down the sharp edge, lastly falling on top of you and getting soaked by your uniform. Everything else seemed so blurry. Your vision full with tears.
Gris hold around your head loosening and then slowly dropping over your own warm body. Your hands desperately wrapping themselves around his body, temperature colder with each second.
One thing you could see for sure — your gloves soaking up the wound on his back. And then—
A violent cough escaped your dry throat while you doubled over with a wet heave. Your stomach churned uncomfortably and uncontrollably. The burn rising in your throat.
You immediately shut your eyes and suppressed the urge, swallowing it down — forcing it to go down again. Your hands basked the flowing water, pressing them against your mouth.
Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
Droplets of water rolled down your chin, the water entering your mouth and consumed by a bottomless pit. Followed by deep, loud breaths. Your eyes staring dead at the ceiling.
It didn't take you long until you washed your hands clean, intensely scrubbing the soap against your already rough hands. As if you wanted to fuse them together.
"Shit..." you cursed under your breath and dried them with towels before leaving the bathroom.
As you dragged yourself to your room again, you halted again for a second. Your hand gripping onto the handle before slowly pushing it open — with no other thoughts than laying down and sleeping.
"There you are." you stared at him, "I was already worried. Y'know I was about to enter the bathroom."
"Follo." you voiced out your surprise, blinking a few times.
His eyes narrowed slightly at the miserable sight. Deep dark circles finding itself under your eyes, the ends of your mouth sagging and wet, your skin paler than a sick person.
Dry. You looked dry. That's the kindest way he can describe it.
"Come here." he demanded, lifting himself from your bed.
And you did. Unhurriedly unlike before. Now standing in front of him with a burning sensation in your eyes.
"Look at you." he whispered softly, sucking in his breaths sharply. His hands cupped your cheeks. "Don't worry. He overcame the worst. Eishia can assure you, he isn't in danger anymore."
"...Really?" your lip quivered as you bit it, arms trembling ever so slightly.
"Why would I joke about that?" he offered you the sweetest smile he could muster before wrapping his arms around your shaking figure.
"I-I'm so glad." you felt breathless yet so so happy, "I'm so relieved..."
"Woah..!" he winced as his back hit the cushion, both of you lying on your bed in each other's embrace.
You may needed some time, he said. But that doesn't necessarily mean you didn't need any comfort.
A broken sob left your mouth as you cried. Tears caught by his uniform, tears you tried to drown yourself in. He carefully placed his hand over your body, gently rubbing your back while holding you tight and safe against his own figure.
Your hands gripped onto his clothes, tight and unforgiving. Voice muffled against his neck. As if you were desperate to lose him as well. As if he would disappear any second, leaving you in cold and danger.
What a silly thought. As if he would leave you in the hands of this hell called world.
