In which gachiakuta boys fell for your baking skills and you.
Very fluffly, gn!reader, no use of she, he or they, reader bakes goods || Thank you for the request dear<33
you bake late at night, when the base is quiet and your thoughts won’t slow down. tamsy always “just happens” to be awake too, lingering nearby like he’s not waiting for you.
you wordlessly slide a small pastry toward him. he doesn’t say thank you—just gives you that soft look, the one that means more than words, the one that makes the cruel world feel gentle, he eats slowly, savoring it, then carefully wraps the rest—because why won't he? a treat from ya is divine.
“for later,” he murmurs.
later always means when things get bad, when missions go wrong, when he needs something warm to remind him you exist.
enjin is loud about it.
“YO?? YOU MADE THIS??”
he takes one bite and immediately declares it the best thing he’s ever eaten—while dramatically slapping the poor table—which is objectively untrue but very on brand, he tells everyone, oh boy, he brags! he asks what you put in it like you used magic.
you tell him it’s just sugar and patience.
he grins. “yeah, sounds like you.”
somehow, he always makes sure you get first pick of supplies after that, while hugging you—more like cuddling you while standing.
zanka pretends he's chill about it, which to be honest his is not.
you leave something wrapped neatly on his workbench without saying a word. later, when you pass by, it’s gone, vanished.
hours after that, you find him hovering awkwardly near you. “uh. the cookie you made?”
you nod.
“…make it again sometime.” while blushing like he’s suffering from a fever.
he's awkward, but trust me he's trying!
corvus watches more than he speaks.
he notices how you always cut even pieces so everyone gets a fair share, how you taste-test first so no one else has to risk it, how you smile when people enjoy what you made, aw how are you so cute?
one day, he quietly watches you bake, next to you, eyes full of admiration.
you bake carefully.
when you hand him the finished product, his voice is low. “you didn’t have to.”
you shrug. “i wanted to.”
he keeps the moment deep inside his heart.
zodyl claims food is fuel and nothing more.
still, he always eats what you make. always finishes it. always asks—very curtly—if there’s more.
one time, you skip baking for a few days. he notices immediately.
“…you alright?” he asks, stiff, unsure.
you blink, surprised.
he looks away. “just asking.”
the next day, you bake again. he doesn’t say anything—but his shoulders relax.
follo never asks, you just notice the way he slows down near the kitchen, pretending to check something else, eyes flicking toward whatever you’re making. when you quietly hold out a small piece, he startles like he’s been caught.
“f-for me?” he asks, soft.
you nod.
he takes it with both hands, like it might break, and thanks you three times before even tasting it. when he does, his eyes widen, and a shy little smile slips out before he can stop it.
later, you find a neatly folded note left near your things.
it was really good. thank you :)
you smile the rest of the day.
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SUMMARY: after a long day of missions, Follo comes into your room just so he can do his favorite thing — lying between your thighs.
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You were sitting up in bed with a book resting on your exposed thighs. You knew Follo would be coming to visit you soon, you just werent exactly sure when.
As you continued reading, you heard two gentle knocks.
Already aware of who it is, you close the book and quickly get up to go and open the door.
“Follo!”
You pull him into a hug, and he smiles softly before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Mm... Today’s mission was a pain. Just wanna stay with you for the rest of the night..." Follo pulls away and looks down at you, his gaze soft and loving.
Right after he finished that sentence, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to bed excitedly.
“I missed you the whole time you were gone.. I’m glad you’re back.” Your voice is both sweet and soft as you speak. If it was possible, he’d be having hearts for eyes right now.
When the two of you are finally in bed, you try to start a conversation, but before you can say anything, he’s already snuck under the covers, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze as if to make sure he isn't dreaming, then face-plants between them.
“I'm guessing you're just gonna.. Stay under there..?”
“Mhm..” Is all you hear from Follo before it goes quiet again. You blink once, twice, and then reopen your book to continue reading.
You place the book on top of his head, making him groan.
“Ouch!”
“I didn't even place it down that hard!”
You flip the covers over, revealing Follo’s head placed snugly between your thighs. He brings his head up just enough to make eye contact with you, his eyes droopy and on the verge of falling asleep.
“Follo—” You barely even begin your sentence before he's already face-first between your thighs again. You roll your eyes and shut your book, running your hand through his hair.
A couple of minutes pass, and you hear a soft snore from him. You gently pull him up and place his head against the pillow. Finally, you fall asleep as well.
(The next morning when you woke up, you somehow found him snuggled between your thighs once again, blissfully asleep)
𐔌 ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) ࣪ ˖ REAL MAN ⸝⸝ ✿ ( follo x fem!reader ) ◟ さん ━ ꒰ fluff, unlabeled relationship ꒱ 注記 : reader wears boots and a hair clip
You’re a strong girl.
That’s what Follo thinks.
You’ve always handled everything on your own. He’s seen it.
You fight like it’s second nature — trash beasts fall before you like it’s a hobby. You finish every stack of paperwork Semiu or the boss throws at you without a single complaint. You may be shy, but you never let anyone talk down to you. Even when fear creeps in about what the future might hold, you still keep moving forward with that brave little smile.
You’re so adorable.
That’s what he thinks.
The cute little pout he adores so much appears whenever you finish one mission only to be assigned with another — he had to bite back a smile for it. You squeal in delight every time the food you’re craving makes its way to your tastebuds. It’s adorable how you get so shy when someone compliments you for your hard work; he could watch it all day.
You don’t need anyone.
He knows that.
And yet — despite every thought reminding him how capable you are, his actions speak the opposite.
He opens doors before you can touch the handle.
He pulls out your chair at breakfast without even asking.
He hands you your favorite drink before you can reach for it, already chilled, already opened.
Once, you tried to carry a crate of supplies across HQ, insisting you had it handled. He silently lifted it from your arms with one hand and walked away like it weighed nothing.
You chased after him, flustered. “Follo, I can do it—”
“I know but..” he said, not looking back. “let me do it for you.”
You never know what to do with yourself when he says things like that.
The moment that really broke you, however, happened when you were assigned to assist his team on a task in another town. Hours of walking, scouting, navigating uneven roads — your feet were killing you. You tried not to show it, but the unevenness in your steps gave you away. A faint limp. A wince when you thought no one was looking.
Follo noticed.
Of course he did.
You were halfway through assuring yourself you could endure when a hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.
“Hey—”
He didn’t say a word. Just tugged you gently but undeniably toward a nearby bench. You frowned, confused, as he sat down and patted his thigh.
You blinked. “…What?”
“Sit,” he said flatly.
A moment of silence.
WHAT.
Stunned, you looked left and right to make sure the others weren’t nearby witnessing this. Thank goodness they were not on sight.
Your cheeks burned. “On you?”
He gave you a look that clearly said do I need to say it again?
Too shocked to process what was happening in front of you, you tried to distract yourself from reality for a short minute. Oh, look at that cloud! It’s shaped like a bunny!
You sputtered. “Follo, I’m fine—”
“No, you’re not,” he said, voice calm as ever. His eyes softened. “I can see you struggling to walk properly.”
Your heartbeat went ballistic.
Checking again if the others were nearby, you cautiously took a step forward.
Slowly and awkwardly, you sat sideways across his lap, stiff and unsure of where to put your hands. He adjusted his hold automatically — one arm around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world — the other reaching down to tug off your boot.
“H-Hey—!”
“Relax.”
He inspected your socked foot with silent precision before pressing his thumb into your arch. You nearly squeaked.
He paused, glancing up at you. “Too much?”
“N-No,” you squeaked.
He hummed, pleased and continued massaging, firm strokes that melted tension you hadn’t even realized you’d been carrying.
Your face was on fire. Your hands curled into his broad shoulders.
“Follo…” you whispered, heart racing. “You don’t have to do all this.”
He didn’t stop.
“Yeah, I know, but…” A pause. His right hand kept massaging your foot, the other still holding your waist, his thumb drawing circles against the fabric of your uniform for comfort, making your heart run laps in your chest.
Then he looked straight into your eyes, voice unwavering. “I want to.”
It wasn’t long before the others took notice of his behavior toward you.
They took the opportunity to tease him about it at lunch.
“Real gentleman, huh?” Enjin mocked. “What are you, her bodyguard?”
“Bodyguard?” Gris snorted, nudging him. “More like househusband.”
Even Rudo chimed in from his chair across the table. “You gonna start wearing an apron too?”
Zanka threw his arms over his head dramatically. “Follo, blink twice if she’s got you in a spell.”
Follo just shrugged and drank from his cup, unfazed.
“Call it whatever you want.”
Because honestly? He likes it.
He likes being the one who carries your bags even when you insist you can handle them. He likes being the one who reaches the high shelves for you, even though he’s seen you jump five meters in the air before. He likes watching you pretend to be annoyed when he fixes your uniform or straightens your hair clip.
You let him take care of you.
Even though you don’t have to.
And that — that makes his chest warm in a way that fighting never has.
He’s not sure what this is between you two. Friends? Partners Something unnamed, something fragile but precious?
But he knows one thing for sure:
If being a “real man” means treating you like the princess you are..
— Then he’ll do it every damn day, without shame.
Without hesitation.
Without stopping until you finally look at him and realize.
He’s not doing it because you’re weak.
He’s doing it because he adores you.
著者 : Follo and the boys once he finally wins the fine shyt’s heart:
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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.
Hi! I cant remember if i actually sent a request for this or not(bad memory, if i did i promise im not trying to rush 😭)
But follo who has a sensitive neck and a reader who loves kissing him there to fluster him? Or his hair or something. Just something cute and fluffy if thats ok :) thank you so much!!!
Plz ignore if i already did request this 💔💔
꒰୨୧◞ Follo x over affection reader 。⠀.ᐟ
⤷ ty anon for making the most canon thing to ever canon
I imagine you first discovered this when making out or something. not heated or anything, just laid out on his bed as a movie buzz lowly in the background. You rested over his legs, going from deep seizing kisses to pressing light, feathered pecks all over his face and jaw. reveling in the warmth beneath of follo’s body beneath you.
follo exhaled through his nose— nearly a laugh. He swallowed as he tried to stow away all the nerves that moved restlessly in his chest.
“c’mon… now yer’ just teasing me…” he mumbled sheepishly.
“mhm.” you didn’t stop for a second. continuing in your descent with unrivaled levels of focus, going Lower and lower until you met where his adam’s apple bulged the most. This time lingering on it a little longer than usual.
A sharp, high pitched whined emerged from his throat, Small vibrations running their course throughout his body.
You pull back, eyes slightly widening as you fully asses the damage done. Follo’s Head lolled back, his face painted the prettiest of pinks in the shade of embarrassment.
A silence fell over the two of you. You flickered back and forth from his cornered expression to the blistering red mark. Follo shifted In his seat. nerves whirling wildly in his stomach.
“ Hey…don’t just look at me like that….say something.” He urged. the words come out half choked from the air you’d stolen from his lungs.
Slowly, your lips began to twitch. And from the uncontrollable twitching came devilish grin that made his heart race.
you slowly came closer, head playfully cocking to the side. “…what was that?”
Follo’s mouth fumbled for an explanation but nothing came to, And Any idea of a response vanished the moment you began to close the distance once more. A fire light up behind your pupils. An uncontrollable eagerness.
Your hands landed on either side of him, anchoring yourself to the bed as you leaned In, nearly nose to nose. Follo’s breath hitched at the proximity. Damn it. You could feel your heart pick up speed. You swore he got 10x prettier when he was like this, hair all messy, bangs falling over his eyes in clumps, looking completely stupefied. You bit down on your cheek for a moment, taking in the whole scene before—
“Can you do that again?” You blurted out in hush voice, The words spilling without a second thought.
follo’s eyebrows raised. “Wha…?”
Your grin widened, Small sadistic giggles escaping through your bared teeth. Jesus, you couldn’t even fake an ounce of shame. It’s a little tragic, really.
You press on. “well— I guess the question is can I do it again? I mean…. if you don’t mind of course?”
Follo’s body felt like it was on fire. Mind spinning, reeling from the assault you’d committed; Your words barely register in his pretty little head when he nods in agreement.
Within seconds your mouth was back on his pulse, Pressing long languid kisses into follo’s flushed skin. Reveling in the sweet huffs they coaxed.
You were hooked from that moment. But what really sold it was the morning after.
The dinning hall was empty, just you and follo and the sweet sizzle of batter on the stove. Follo’s head was tilted down, watching the pan carefully. The mark still was there. slightly less vibrant than you’d left it but there none the less. Everytime you looked at it the memory of warm skin would come back full force, Reigniting the excitement that lied dormant in your bones.
It was almost like it was taunting you. Egging you on. Begging you to just plant a few more pretty of those pretty pink splotches on his neck.
And hey! To your credit, you tried. Real hard. His forearms bulged as he gripped the pan, the scrunch of his face , the quiet focus in his service. you could only withstand so much!
You rose up, sneaking behind follo’s hunched over figure. your arms wrapped around his waist. Pulling him in close.
He flinched at the contact, nearly dropping the pan. Though he melted as he found your twinkling eye. Follo let out a relieved sigh. A soft smile forming on his face.
“Woah— hey…I’m gonna be done in a second okay?” He reassured, taking his hand off the pan and rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand.
You hum, dipping your head into the crook of his neck. Taking in the warmth of his body, your perfume and his morning scent mixed together deliciously. Slowly, you started peppering kisses again.
Follo let out another muffled, High pitched sound. He cranes his neck to fully see you, follo’s mouth thinned out to a sheepish smile. “Shit—! …Hey I thought that was a one time thing. Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I would think you’re enjoying my suffering…”
You tilted your head, letting out a soft hum against his neck, sending vibrations through his body. “I just wanna appreciate you.”
Follo playfully rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You do more than enough.”
You pull away from his neck, meeting his scrunched up face. “What That mean? you want me to stop?”
Follo’s lips pressed tightly together at your words, slowly looking away as that familiar shade crept up again. You pressed another kiss to his throat. when he didn’t pull away? That sold you.
Much to follo’s displeasure (overwhelming pleasure) a one time thing transformed into something of routine. Anywhere, anytime your lips would find his neck. Like it was their rightful place. I don’t think follo is the biggest on PDA but when you kiss there he can’t help but let you.
It’s typically quick. So quick you could blink and miss it. Sitting down, watching tv? On him. Waiting in line? Leaving marks up and down his neck. Working out? His arms are gonna be your personal chew toy.
his face is always the same too. bright red, nervous smile like the one he had when you first came his way with your bright smile.
Your favorite way to get a reaction out of him? Lipstick. Or really anything that would stain and leave a horrid mark that would stick around for a day or two.
You’d force him to sit on your bed. buzzing with nerves as you skimmed over the line you’d purchased on a drug store. Dilbertly taking your time picking out the perfect one, doing swatches on the inner side of your wrist. Then dragging against your lips. Then littered all over his neck. Pressing various, bright shades against his reddening skin.
He fisted the sheets, trying his absolute hardest to keep his wits as you did so. Throat continuously bobbing up and down up and down, swallowing his own words. Eventually you have to grip his jaw, forcing him perfectly in place.
“Stay still. ” You grumbled lowly. pulling away from the underside of his jaw, admiring the shade of Neapolitan pink on his tanned skin.
“stay still.” Follo scoffed. “you’re doing this to torture me.”
“Nooo…I’m doing this because I need to see which one’s the best. You see? I have a chart for it and everything!
Follo’s eyes followed your finger to the abandoned little piece of paper you’d brought out,way back when you first coaxed him into the room. Long forgotten with not a single piece of writing on it.
Quickly you pulled him back to you, pressing another one behind his ear. “Now let me work!”
And all he would do is sigh, slumping his shoulders and letting you pepper paint the canvas of his skin.
Don’t think he’s not gonna get you back though. He will find a way. (But that’s just a fiction, a fan fiction!)
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Follo knew what he was doing was wrong, he should be with the other cleaners and helping them with defeating trash beasts, not on the floor of a destroyed building with a raider who is currently straddling his lap and kissing him so feverishly.
As the makeout session continued his doubts slowly vanished and all he could focus on was how you grinded againts his crotch, eliciting a muffled moan from him as the heated kiss continued.
It was when you pulled away that you took a good look at his face. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes half lidded with a look that you could only describe as lovestruck.
A smirk appeared on your face as you took in his disheveled appearance.
“Follo..” you cooed at the man, raising your hand that was on his shoulder to hold his cheek. He in return leaned in closer to your touch.
“Look at you, already a mess for me.” You teased, using your other hand to fix his tilted hat and goggles. His cheeks reddened at your words. As much as he hated to admit, you had an effect on him that left him a needy mess.
“I could just ravish you.”
Please do
He tried leaning in for another kiss, his grip on your waist tightening yet the sound of someone calling out his name caught his attention and made him halt. You turned your head to look at the source of the sound and slowly pulled your hand away.
“Guess we have to save this for another time.” And with much reluctance, you stood up and got off him, fixing up your messy attire. Follo scrambled to get on his feet, eyes darting towards you and the area the sound came from. It was when the person called out his name once again that he realized it was Gris.
Shit
“It’s a shame that we were interrupted… oh well.” A hint of amusement could be found in your voice as you finished tidying yourself up.
“See you later Follo.” You said with a teasing smile and with one last glance at him you turned around and walked away from him, going farther inside the building.
“Wait—” he called out, his hand outstretched yet you simply kept on walking, slowly disappearing into the darkness of the ruined building. His hand fell to his side as stared at where your figure had stood, not hearing the footsteps of Gris as he approached him.
“Follo! There you are! I thought we lost you.” Gris chuckled as he walked towards him, patting his head a bit.
“What are you doing here?” Gris asked but got no response from the supporter. He then noticed his tousled clothes and how he kept on staring at a door. And his flushed face.
“Follo? You alright?”
Follo gulped, forcing himself to look away. He avoided looking at Gris who stared at him with a questioning expression on his face.
“Yeah.. I’m fine.” He cleared his throat and glanced at the ground, his right hand holding his hat, heart hammering against his chest.
Once more, he was left yearning for your touch.
a/n: It’s me again…follosnumberonegooner. The R!reader brainrot is real I had to write something about her and follo. ALSO YALL KNOW THAT RHING FOLLO DOES WITH HIS HAT? LIKE HE HOLDS IT AND I LOVE IT. Is this probably not well written? Yes! Is this ooc? Yes! Is this proof read? No!
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.
He thought about it completely out of the blue. Just another evening, another exhaustion after yet another mission - you were sitting beside him, reading something with your legs tucked under you, and he was watching you when he suddenly realized: when was the last time you went on a date? Not here, within these walls, in the familiar comfort of your room, where even watching movies in bed had become routine, but out there, in the city that smelled of fresh pastries and damp stone, where you could simply walk hand in hand and not rush anywhere?
He went through the past few months in his mind and, with a sinking feeling, understood: work. Everything beyond the base had become just work. Missions, assignments, reports. And you? You were just two tired people, snatching tenderness in fragments.
He felt ashamed, physically, sharply, a cold discomfort spreading under his skin. He was the one who was supposed to take care of you, the one who had sworn you would never regret anything. And yet - half a year without a proper date? How had that even happened?
The question hung in the air, unspoken, but demanding an immediate answer.
Follo acted as he always did - methodically, but with heart. First, he checked in with Semiu, compared your schedules. Your days off aligned perfectly, already a victory. Then he sat down to plan.
He remembered everything. Your favorite cafés: the one with the best coffee, and that small one with homemade pastries you used to visit at the beginning of your relationship. The park where you once wandered into a dead end and laughed at your own carelessness. The bridge with a beautiful view of the old part of the city, where you once said it looked like a postcard.
He even found a camera, an old, film one, a little ridiculous. Because once, you had mentioned that film was a kind of magic that digital could never capture.
On the evening before your day off, he came up behind you while you were writing something in your planner. He hugged you, burying his nose in your neck, and whispered:
— “Darling, we have a day off tomorrow… Please don’t plan anything.”
You turned around to meet his pleased, slightly conspiratorial smile, and your chest immediately filled with warmth.
The morning of your day off was slow and just right. Follo, despite his habit of waking at dawn, didn’t mind sleeping in today, and didn’t even move when he woke up. You were asleep, nestled against his shoulder, warm, relaxed, the blanket kicked aside somewhere. He watched your eyelashes, your slightly parted lips, and thought that this - this was a kind of date too. Just lying there, just being, feeling your breath tickle his skin.
At noon, you woke up on your own, met his gentle, slightly sleepy gaze, and smiled.
— “Why you didn't wake me up?”
— “For what?” he kissed you on the forehead.
— “We are not rushing anywhere. Today only us”
You got ready slowly, without any rush. Follo kept smiling the whole time, wide, a little foolish, not even trying to hide it. You noticed when he was tying his shoelaces, almost humming under his breath.
— “It’s like you’re going on a first date,” you laughed, nudging him in the shoulder.
— “I am,” he replied, taking your hand.
— “Every date with you feels like the first. Because I miss you, even when you just step into the shower for five minutes.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you by warming up.
The city greeted you with the usual noise and bustle.
The first café was that one - the one with the most delicious coffee. Follo ordered your favorite drink and a croissant for you, and took an Americano for himself. You sat by the window, chatting about all sorts of little things, and he kept catching himself unable to look away.
He admired the way you laughed, the way you took a bite of the croissant and closed your eyes in delight, the way you twirled a napkin between your fingers when you drifted into thought.
Then you went to the park. The trees were just beginning to turn green, the air smelling of spring and dampness. Follo held your hand, sometimes stopping to fix a loose strand of your hair, and once again you caught yourself thinking that his care was something natural, like breathing. He wasn’t trying, wasn’t overdoing it, he was simply yours.
You visited the second café closer to the evening. Homemade pastries, thyme tea, and a long conversation about nothing. About books you had both read recently, about strange dreams that come after difficult missions, about how wonderful it would be to someday reach the very top, where, they say, you can see the real sky.
And then you went to the bridge. You sat on the railing, carefully holding onto each other, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the old rooftops pink. At some point, Follo reached into his backpack and pulled out the camera.
— “Seriously? Where did you get that?!“ you asked, amazed.
— “Secret,” he winked, aiming the lens.
— “Smile.”
Click, you’re laughing, the wind tugging at your hair.
Click, he turns the lens to himself and the two of you, you leaning into the frame, cheek to cheek.
Click, just the bridge, the sunset, and a moment you want to keep forever.
When the sun had completely set and the city lit up with evening lights, you realized your legs were aching and your eyes were growing heavy. Time to go home, to the base, to warmth, to each other.
Semiu, who met you in her usual spot, only grunted and turned away. Maybe it was the sight of your happy, tired faces, or the way Follo, still holding your hand, kept whispering something in your ear that made you laugh softly and sleepily.
Back in your room, you collapsed onto the bed at the same time, Follo first, you on top of him, burying your nose in his chest. His fingers immediately found your hair, gently running through it, stroking your back, soothing you.
— “Thank you,” you whispered into the darkness.
— “For today. For everything. For you are here for me.”
He kissed the top of your head, then again, and again. Breathing in the scent of your hair, feeling his body slowly relax, the tension of the past months fading away.
— "No. Thank YOU," he replied quietly.
— "For agreeing to be with me. For putting up with this schedule. For... just staying by my side."
You raised your head and met his gaze – tired, but so warm, so yours.
— “I love you,” you said quietly, almost dissolving into him.
— “I love you too,” he replied, holding you tighter.
— “More than yesterday. Less than tomorrow.”
You smiled into his chest, feeling sleep wash over you like a soft wave. Tomorrow would be a new day, work, new fatigue. But today was this date, a reminder of what all this was for.
For moments like this - quiet ones you want to return to. For arms that hold you as if they’re holding the most precious thing in the world.
