#5-8

the subtle yellow light casted a shadow over him.

“not really. just tired” he sighed, turning around.

you entered the ring a little clumsily and he walked up to help you. his strong, hoarse, and a little sweaty hand pulled you in. you bumped into his chest.

“tired? i thought the 5-8 never gets tired” you teased and he just menacingly pressed your face further into him. you snickered and smacked his arm, shuffling away to rest your chin and look up at him.

“that brat, sawol, will tire out everyone. trust me. i’ll be the one laughing when you meet him” he smiled softly. he knew it was just a matter of time.

you stepped back and looked at him.

“and you? how was your day?” your fiancé asked, reaching for a towel that was hung over nearby.

“it was boring. missed my baby, worried sick about him. i made us some dinner if you’re coming over to my place” you said but it sounded more like a question. 5-8 often had to sleep in the dormitory.

he hummed in thought. it sounded tempting: he haven’t been seeing you much lately. not to mention when he ate your food and not that microwaved shit they serve at the canteen.

and to fall asleep with you in his arms…

“hm? i know you’re thinking about it” you grinned, softly jabbing at his chest. “come over, pleaaaase”

but he had to get up to work early. sleeping in his dorm meant directly going to work. and from your place… he would have to get up. early.

“i’ll drop you off” you added, poking his side.

he didn’t budge, obviously.

“you’re a minx, you know that?” he clicked his tongue, watching you.

“aaand i’ll scratch your back” you hummed, hand sneaking to smack him.

5-8 blocked your obnoxiously obvious attack and sighed in disbelief.

“and you’re too good at that” he muttered. you continued to try to wrestle him.

“at what?”

“convincing”

5-8 suddenly swooped you, throwing you on his arm. with a shriek, you continuously smacked his back.

“come on. want me to come over, fight me” he laughed and you just huffed.

“that’s just not fair. you know i don’t know how” with a whine, you kicked your feet. “put me down and i’ll show you!”

“yeah?”

you started regretting those words the second he began to put you back on the ground.

“you’re not taking this seriously” you huffed dramatically, seeing his amused face.

“oh, my bad. i should?” 5-8 asked.

you took the defensive stance, tightening your fists. you didn’t know how to fight but you sure did spend countless of hours watching your fiancé train.

5-8 rose his eyebrows, crossing his toned arms.

you swung your fist towards his chest but he ducked effortlessly. this continued for a couple of attacks when you decided to change your approach.

you loosened your stance and started circling around him.

“giving up already?” he followed you with his eyes, slowly turning his head.

suddenly you jumped at him, trusting him fully to catch you.

and, obviously, he did.

in an instant you wrapped your legs around his waist, like a snake. your arms locked behind his neck and before he could throw an ironic remark, you kissed him.

5-8 left a small sigh of relief, as if he was waiting for this the whole time. his hands held you strongly, not even a single muscle twitching. he knew his hands were made for holding you.

“you didn’t specify…” you murmured, leaning slightly away. your hair tickled his face “… what kind of fight”

5-8 scoffed and closed the gap between you two, chasing after your lips. easily making his way to your tongue, he let you play your games.

when out of breath, you pulled away. he grinned, collecting his breathing too.

“so? did i win?” asking with a grin, you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“well, i decided to cave in the second you offered” he shrugged. with a huff, you smacked his back playfully.

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clank. the soft click of the metal lock shifting followed by the door opening caused you to jerk to your feet. or maybe you should stay sat on the bed nonchalantly? 

you heard a heavy sigh and footsteps, sawol about to walk out around the corner in a moment. you decided to sit back down, facing the corridor. 

you saw his silhouette, his work attire fitting his figure perfectly. scanning his jacket, up to his cute hair with blonde highlights, scratched face and hands that shot up in a stretch– wait, scratched face?

“wait, what are you doing here?!” sawol’s eyes widened in surprise, halting his movements.

“i wanted to visit my busy delivery agent boyfriend” you smiled and stood up, pointing at the fresh flowers in the vase. it was a huge struggle to get them but you somehow managed “and brought a package for you” 

before you could turn back to look at him, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist. you flicked off the cap off his head and he instantly buried his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you even closer to him. 

“i missed you” he mumbled into your skin, words barely audible.

you wrapped your hands around his back, slowly creeping up to play with his locks. but the image of his face in your mind made you frown, trying to pull him away a bit. 

sawol obliged yet kept his stare down, like a puppy that just got yelled at. 

“wollie…” you mumbled, hand sliding to grab his chin and make him face you. he smiled sheepishly, small bruises blooming on his jaw. he had a cut on his brow and some dried blood under his nose. you scanned his face worriedly, gently turning it both sides to check if there’s more surprises. 

“its nothing serious! after the delivery 5-8 and me went to train a bit” sawol explained and his hand tenderly wrapped around your wrist. you let out a soft huff. 

“he did that to you?” you gasped, cupping his face gently. “listen, if it were some gangsters i wouldn’t be able to do anything. 5-8; however, is at the reach of my hand…” 

sawol giggled, shaking his head.

“yeah, right, as if you would be even able to touch him” your boyfriend joked and you tsked, leaning away to look for the fist aid kit. 

“hey, don’t underestimate my passion. for you i would even try attacking him… even if i probably ended up in coma just from his one punch” you said, rolling your eyes dramatically. 

sawol, chuckling, plopped on his bed and observed you. it wasn’t the first time you were patching him up – and certainly, those weren’t the worst injuries you’ve seen. but that didn’t change the fact that you were worried. 

“sorry i got here so late. if i knew you were waiting… “ he sighed and you just shook your head, finally getting what you needed. 

“don’t even worry about it. i’m glad you’re here now” you smiled and approached him, signaling sawol to lean against the wall. 

he did and you put the first aid kit next to him, shitty after straddling his lap. you grabbed some saline solution soaked cloth and sighed softly. sawol observed you with puppy eyes. 

“i don’t like seeing you in pain” you mumbled, beginning to clear his cuts and other wounds. his jaw just tightened, hands flying to your waist for comfort. 

“you know it’s not that bad” he whispered. of course, with him being a mutant all his wounds healed quickly. but not immediately. 

“i know. but still…” you hesitated and wiped the dried blood under his nose. sawol scrunched his nose, the feeling ticklish. once his wounds were cleaned, you reached for a band aid. 

his hands never left your waist, thumbs drawing circles in a soothing motion. moreover, nor did his eyes. he was staring at you as if you just hung the stars in the sky yourself. 

you put the bandaid over his brow and cupped his face, your fingers gently digging into his skin. his cheeks were squeezed, so were his lips. 

“and lastly, very important step…” you hummed and leaned closer, placing feather-light kisses on the bruises on his jaw. 

before you could realize, one of his hands came up to wrap around your wrist. you pulled away, gently letting go of his cheeks. sawol was looking at you, heart eyed. 

“i missed you like crazy” he breathed out and led your hand on his shoulder. 

in a blink of an eye, sawol was flipping you. his other hand protected the back of your head in case you were to hit the first aid kit. 

your eyes widened, his necklace dingling in your face. sawol was grinning teasefully, his other hand coming to cup your cheeks now. 

“you still haven’t kissed me properly. here i am, drying like a flower because i haven’t seen my wonderful girlfriend in almost two weeks…” he started.

“eleven days” you corrected him, sawol just scoffing.

“still longer than it should! those flowers you gave me are beautiful, thank you. but you know why they are alive and pretty? because they have water and…”

“and sun” again, you interrupted, only to annoy him. 

“and sun. and you are both my water and sun. so i need a kiss like, right now. or i will explode” he groaned and leaned in, not even waiting for you another sarcastic remark. 

his lips were a bit chapped and you swore you could taste a metallic hint of blood. but that didn’t bother you. 

you kissed sawol back, slowly and gently. he was impatient, though, kissing you like a man starved. he groaned when you tugged at his hair, not missing the way your lips formed into a smirk at his reaction. 

“sawol” you breathed out, pushing him away ever so slightly. he hummed, placing kisses along your jaw. his hair was tickling your skin “you must be tired…” 

“i am. but i don’t want to waste time that we rarely have” he whispered quietly, placing last soft kiss on your chin and flipping onto the mattress, next to you. 

you placed your hand at the back of his head and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, wrapping his limbs around you like a koala. 

“there’s still tomorrow” you said, already plotting how to get him to sleep. he had to get some rest. 

“well, yeah but… i missed you. and i just want to treasure… this…” sawol groaned when he felt your fingers caressing his locks gently. 

“sleeping counts as quality time for me. besides, when we sleep like that i can rest peacefully because i know you’re safe and with me” you hummed, his breath tickling your skin. 

it was working, he was getting sleepy. but then again, it always worked. 

“yeah but… it’s boring…” he slurred, reaching to grab a blanket “are you even…” yawn “comfortable?” 

“mhm” you answered and pulled the blanket over him, tucking it under his chin. 

 “i planned something… f’ tomorrow…” his voice was growing quieter, eventually turning into soft snores. you grinned proudly yet your hand was still playing with his hair. 

“sleep well” you just whispered and got ready to doze off as well.

“love you… s’much…” sawol sighed dreamily, a ghost of a smile imprinting against your skin.

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“Have you no joy in life except cigarettes?’’ Sawol asked, honestly curious.

5-8 gave him an empty glance before turning his attention back on the road. Knowing he wouldn't get any response, Sawol continued.

‘’Why can't you even enjoy the freshness of the air? You gave that to us!’’

5-8's mouth twitched with annoyance.

“I didn't give anything to anyone, I only took down the worm that was eating us alive.” He grunted in reference to Cheonmyeong.

“Fine.” Sawol pouted.

He folded his arms on his chest, his attention turned back to the road. It was quiet today like it had been for the past couple of days that he had gone on deliveries with 5-8. It had barely been a week since the event of Cheonmyeong's takedown and Sawol was still healing from the wounds he had gotten in the tournaments finals and the drugs that were administered to him. Well, that's the excuse he gave to everyone at the moment, not that it was a lie, his head was still killing him and he would feel some dizziness take over him from time to time, but in all honesty, he didn't feel quite ready to be on the road alone. He was scared to mess up and disappoint 5-8 on his first day.

Sawol shook his head to chase those thoughts away, he already had a solution, no time to dwell on that now.

“The sun..”

Sawol turned a confused look toward his friend, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. 5-8 gave him a side eye and let out a long sigh.

“What brings me joy.’’ He continued in a low tone. ‘’ I like seeing the sun more and more every day.”

“Oh,” Sawol breathed out, remembering the question he had asked a few moments ago. A large grin grew across his face.

“What? You think it's more stupid than smelling the air like an idiot?” 5-8 teased him. ‘’At least I'm looking at something visible.”

Sawol took offense but didn't let his grin die. He turned in his seat to face the older man, who watched him from the corner of his vision, eyebrows raised in a quiet question as to why the younger one was smiling.

‘’Y/N and you are so much more alike than you think.’’

5-8 rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed upon hearing this, he let out an incomprehensible mumble, the grip on his steering wheel tightening. Sawol laughed at the sight of such visible emotion from the usual oh-so-unnothered legend.

‘’I can’t be as annoying as 6-2, that's for sure.’’

‘’I don’t care what you think or whatever quarrel there is between you too, it’s still true. You two are the same.’’

5-8 gave him a tired look and went back to concentrate on the road. Sawol was annoyed, his grin long gone. He lifted his legs, and feet on the seat and hugged his knees, resting his chin on them as he quietly watched the view from his window. Turned his back on 5-8, giving him the silent treatment. He hated the constant bickering going on between those two. Right after 5-8, Y/N was his closest friend. She was always there the whole time of his training when he was preparing to compete in the delivery man recruitment tournaments. She gave him amazing advice, trained him to fight, to drive better, and even helped him learn a few manners, not that he really listened during those sessions but still! She took care of him, brought him food when he forgot to eat by training for too long, she even took him to her place a few times so they could hang out, but mostly so she could be sure he rested well enough for him to heal and be ready for the next day. She took care of him like a big sister while his wasn’t available, and he loved her like family. Sawol let out a sad sigh, what in the world did he do to deserve that his two favorite people have a pure hatred towards each other? He never knew where those mutual feelings came from, not that he didn’t ask, that he did and many times. But he had never gotten a different answer then;

‘’She’s annoying’’ ‘’He’s annoying.’’

Their similarity used to make Sawol laugh about the situation, he remembered telling them that hating the other was pretty much like hating themself, but he only had reserved cold glances in return. Now, Sawol was just annoyed by it, desperate that their relationship would change for them to at least bear each other, enough that he could talk about the other without being ignored or interrupted by an insult.

The mutant closed his eyes, his head was starting to hurt.

- - - -

5-8 sent him a few glances, feeling slightly bad to make the younger one upset. He knew 6-2 was a sensitive subject with Sawol, he adored her so much. 5-8 used to wonder why, being such an annoying person as she was, but after hearing so many things she did for the youngster, he did at least understand and respect that fact. But it wouldn’t change the pure annoyance he felt towards her. 5-8 wasn’t used to feelings much, to him, his feelings were more of an observation than an experience. He did feel happiness, but he wouldn’t really laugh. He did feel sadness, but he wouldn’t cry. He never really felt deeply, with the exception of his hatred for Cheonmyeong… and his annoyance for 6-2. This woman could make him boil with anger sometimes, everything related to her, he would feel it times 10, and he hated it.

5-8 let out a sigh, he untightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at Sawol. Sawol made him feel too, like the younger brother 5-8 never had. He cared deeply for him, more than he would admit, and he hated to see him upset, especially when it was against him.

‘’Why?’’ 5-8 resigned and asked. The youngest didn’t even open his eyes as he asked;

‘’Why what?’’

‘’Why do you think we’re so alike?’’ 5-8 gritted his teeth. ‘’Me and the annoying one.’’

Sawol jumped on his seat, eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.

‘’W-what did you?’’

5-8 was starting to get annoyed, he didn’t even want to talk about it. He just felt bad for the kid and he was tired of the silence, he was used to no silence at all when Sawol was around, and he liked it this way. The man let out a grunt, looking back at the road.

Probably scared that this chance would never come again, Sawol decided to answer without forcing the grumpy man to repeat himself. He sat back comfortably in his seat, a soft smile stretching his lips.

‘’It’s what you said about the sun.’’

5-8 blinked in confusion, he glanced at Sawol as if pressing him to continue. He couldn’t help but be curious, no one really seemed to care about the sun except for him.

‘’Y/N, I mean 6-2 to you,’’ He let out a small chuckle before continuing. ‘’She showed me her tools and her notes, you’d love it, you know? She goes to one of the tall buildings in the old city. The same roof at the same time every day. When the sun is at its zenith, she said that’s when you can enjoy its warmth the most. She takes notes about it, some kind of research she told me. She notes the warmth and the brightness of the sun, and its color too. She notes the amount of clouds in the sky and the purity of the air. She showed me some of her tools, but it was honestly too complicated for me. I saw some drawings in her notes too, she’s really good… Anyways, you guys both love the sun. That’s what I meant.’’

5-8 didn’t really know what to think, he would love to see your notes and the tools you used, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially not to you or that traitor Sawol, who he knew would rat him out.

He was honestly surprised to learn you had such an interest in the evolution of the clarity of the sky as he did. He always thought he was the only one obsessed with seeing how bright the star could be without being filtered by the clouds and the heaviness of the air. He wished he could come to feel the warmth of the sun with you... 5-8 ignored the excitement that took his heart, curious about something else.

‘’How does she manage to make her delivery on time?’’

“Ah..’’ Sawol let out, itching the back of his head from embarrassment. ‘’She doesn’t really take any break.. and often works overtime.’’

5-8 raised an eyebrow at the confession, no breaks meant no lunch, and overtime meant less rest. Both of which meant a dangerous accumulation of fatigue that could prove mortal if she was ever attacked. Hunters were still pretty active in the area, and even though things were getting better, some of them just loved the thrill of the hunt and the killings... If you kept going like this, something bad was bound to happen.

‘’Don’t encourage her.’’ He heard himself say. ‘’Late deliveries give us a bad reputation.’’

That was half true and 5-8 knew it, yes he didn’t approve of late deliveries, but in all honesty, he felt a little worried. He might find you incredibly annoying, but you were still a fellow delivery man, and Sawol truly cared about you. 5-8 did not want anything bad to happen. Sawol snorted at the comment.’’

‘’Pfff, Mr.Perfect. You’re the only one that's never late. ‘’

- - - - -

You let out a grunt, lifting your head slowly. You felt your forehead with the tip of your fingers, feeling the crease the steering wheel had left on your skin. You dozed off again… It wasn’t the first time, and you were quite unhappy with your sleeping self to find the hard steering wheel so comfortable since it left you with a quite visible mark that took hours to disappear completely.

A throbbing headache attacked you as you opened your eyes, the light of the hangar too powerful for your exhausted self. After a tired sigh, you grabbed your cap and pushed it as low as possible. Today had been pretty rushing and you felt on the brink of collapsing. You unlocked your door and kicked it open, grabbing your notes at the same time. You climbed down off your truck carefully, contrary to your usual jumping to the ground. You barely had time to slam the door shut when you heard your name being screamed from behind. You quickly turned, just in time for Sawol to jump in your arms. Thankfully, your truck was there to catch you when you fell backward, having received a running mutant straight to the chest.

A painful complaint escaped your lips, the hard metal hadn’t been gentle with your back. Sawol quickly took a step back, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a worried look.

‘’Are you alright?’’ he asked, his face twisted with guilt. ‘’I’m so sorry I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.

You gave him a comforting smile as you gained back your balance.

‘’Don’t worry about it kid,’’ you said, shuffling his hair to tease him. ‘’You’re just heavier than it looks!’’

Sawol laughed, taking a few steps back to let you breathe a little. You watched him as he tried fixing his hair, he was smiling, but his eyes still seemed worried. You knew it was probably more about how tired you looked than from the hit you took. You felt a tightness in your chest, not liking that look on his face. You took all the energy you had left to jump back on him, locking your arm around his neck and messing his hair even more with your free hand.

‘’Revenge!’’

‘’Yah! Let me go!’’

Sawol fought you back but weakened by your laughter and your exhaustion, it didn’t take him long to free himself. With a fake angry look on his face, Sawol tried fixing his hair once again. You let your arm rest on his shoulder, heavier than you would’ve wanted, but the young man didn’t complain, and gladly let you subtly use him as support without having to ask. When he gave up on his messy hair, he smiled at you fondly.

‘’Don’t work tomorrow.’’ he whispered to you.

You hummed, not sure if you agreed or not.

‘’I’ll be fine.’’

Sawol let out an exasperated sigh, it made you feel more guilty than you thought.

‘’If you come with me..’’ you quickly added.

Sawol’s eye widened and he gave you the brightest of smiles.

‘’Of course!’’ he shouted happily.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at the young man. You tried your best to observe his beautiful features glowing with happiness, it would make a nice drawing for later.

At the thought of it, your smile dropped. Anxious, you patted your pockets and looked around on the grounds, searching for your notes. When you finally spotted them a few feet away, you felt your heart stop as a hand was already reaching for them. you took a step in their direction but quickly stopped when you lifted your eyes only to be met by the dead look on 5-8’s face.

‘’You dropped this.’’ he simply said, handing you back your notes.

Your hand reached out to it, and you took hold of your notes, brushing your fingers with his by accident. You quickly retracted your hand, pressing the notes against your racing heart. You never liked it when someone touched your notes, except for Sawol which you cared for like a little brother. But the discovery of the notes and research you were doing would’ve been enough of a reason to get you killed when Cheonmyeong was still in power, making you used to keep them hidden. The bastards might not be in power anymore but you had kept the habit of keeping your research to yourself. The fact that you had some random sketches mixed with them also played into this, some of them private enough that you tried to keep them hidden even from Sawol… And even more to one of the most annoying men on earth, you wanted to keep them away, especially from him.

Still feeling the warmth of his skin on the tip of your fingers, you quietly thanked him. you tried not to think of the abnormal beating of your heart, concentrating on the fact that you now needed to wash your hands from having touched his annoying self.

5-8 eyes lingered on your small figure, his face void of expression. You suddenly felt quite self-conscious, you cared more than you’d like to admit what the man might think of you, and you knew right now you were barely holding it together.

‘’You look like shit.’’

His deep voice surprised you, and your eyes widened feeling pretty hurt by his comment. You wish you had something clever to bask at him in return, but your usual witty self seemed absent, asleep deeply inside out. Thankfully, Sawol ran to your rescue.

‘’Even on her worst day Y/N will always look better than you!’’

5-8 snorted at his comment, an amused look in his eyes as they never left your sight. You couldn't help but blush under his intense look. You were happy your cap was helping you hide a little bit of your flustered face. ‘’No one as handsome as you though,’’ you said breaking the awkward moment you felt stuck in. You pinched Sawol’s cheek, the smile you made appear on his face quickly leaving replaced by annoying and pain.

‘’Yah! I’m not a kid!’’ he screamed, hitting your hand so you let him be.

You let out a laugh and tapped his cheek playfully. Sawol pouted and caressed his reddened cheek with his hands.

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,’’ you said before starting to leave, making sure to ignore 5-8 still standing close by.

- - - - -

The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing, he had taken off his mask to appreciate it to the fullest. He felt at ease, thinking that this must be what paradise feels like. Sawol took in a deep breath, but before he had the chance to exhale naturally, he received a strong punch in the stomach, making him lose all his oxygen. He sat up in a jolt, caught by an uncontrollable coughing fit.

‘’Yah!’’ he spat between two cough.’’You wanna kill me or what?’’

Sawol barely had time to catch the mask you threw him before it would hit him in the face.

‘’Come on,’’ you laughed. ‘’Time’s up.’’

The two of you slowly packed your things back in the backpack you used to carry your tools and made your way back to the ground level, 30 flights of stairs below. No wonder you were so in shape, Sawol thought.

Reaching the floor level, Sawol took care of moving the big wooden wall you always put up to hide the entrance of the building you used to hide your truck. It was mostly a bunch of tall broken windows, but they were fortunately big enough for the delivery truck to enter the building's lobby so it wouldn’t stay outside, exposed, and left alone for hunters to take advantage of.

After finishing to slide the barricade away from the door, Sawol was surprised to find you sitting on the passenger side of the truck. He quickly jogged up to your window, his heart racing with anticipation.

‘’Is this what I think it is?’’

You watched him jumping from one foot to the other, not being able to contain his excitement. ‘’Mm,’’ you hummed positively. ‘’Hop in Mr. Delivery Man.’’

A small joyful squeak escaped his lips before he ran up to the driver’s side and took his seat. Sawol felt his breath being taken away as he caressed the steering wheel with profound admiration. He couldn’t believe he was actually sitting on this side of the truck for the first time. He let his eyes wander, taking in as much as he could, but the multitude of buttons and switches changed his dreaming expression into a frown. He had no idea how to use any of these. Your laugh took him back to reality, and he sent you a sheepish look.

‘’Help…’’ he whispered shamefully.

You burst out laughing even harder at the pitiful sight he offered you, looking like a child in front of a new toy that he didn’t know how to use. When your laugh came close to an end, you pointed at a few of the commands. Sawol followed your finger, looking closely and listening to everything you said with more attention than he had ever given to anything before.

‘’That’s the radio to contact other delivery man, we have a common channel, but if you want to call someone privately, you have to enter their number here,’’ you explained, pointing at a num pad before turning to something else. ‘’Here’s the lights control, there’s the camera around the truck, and here’s the defense settings you can use.’’

Sawol kept listening intently until she was done showing him everything, he exhaled deeply, impressed.

‘’I would’ve never known any of this on my own! Thank you.’’ he smiled at her, eyes sparkling with joy.

‘’I remembered when you told me you didn’t feel ready to be left alone,’’ you said softly. ‘’Well you’re not alone, I’ll show you everything so you’re ready when the time comes.’’

Sawol felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but wonder why 5-8 hated you so much when you were probably the most caring and gentle person he knew.

The day was still young and you had quite a few deliveries left to do. Sawol let you show him the rope for the first few, but he then forced you to wait in the truck so you could rest. It was clear to him that you were exhausted and you needed the rest. He couldn’t help but smile when he came back from a home delivery just to find you in a profound sleep, head resting against the window. Sawol took on him to continue the rest of your deliveries as quietly as possible so you could sleep as much as you needed. A few hours later, Sawol had just made the last delivery and he was driving back towards the hangar, feeling quite proud of himself for the successful day that had gone by. He felt immensely grateful that you had taken time to show him the ropes, and after today, he felt confident that he would be fine on his own, that he shouldn't have to be scared to disappoint 5-8 when he’d be given his own truck. Plus, he couldn’t help but feel reassured that you had slept for a few hours, you deeply needed the rest and he was sure today had been quite helpful in putting you back on your feet.

Sawol's glance wandered from the road to its surroundings, he was surprised when he spotted a sand storm racing straight towards them. It hit them a few seconds after he had seen it, making the visibility outside incredibly poor. Sawol couldn’t help a rush or anxiety take over him, but he didn’t panic, he knew the way to the hangar by heart, he didn’t need to see far in front or the GPS. They were gonna be fine, he thought, no need to wake you over this.

Sawol took his foot slightly off the gas pedal and opened his lower beam. He continued driving carefully, not wanting to hit anything. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he saw a dark figure lying in the middle of the road. Sawol rapidly hit the brakes, waking you up from the sudden stop. He gave you a quick reassuring glance before putting his mask on.

‘’Stay inside,’’ he commanded. ‘’It’s probably nothing.’’

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