#riyo x reader

"Still here."

You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.

"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.

"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.

"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.

"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.

"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.

"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.

"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."

A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.

"[name]?" he blinked.

He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.

"What was that?"

"I just felt like it..."

"Not anymore."

"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"

ENJIN.

　WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?

Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.

"SUGARPLUM!"

Well, never mind. You thought too soon.

"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.

"What do you want, old man?"

The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.

As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.

"I'm going to beat you."

"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.

"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"

"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."

"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.

"Please?"

"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.

"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.

"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.

"—Excuse me?"

The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.

He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.

"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.

"Ack—"

"Where do you think you're going after this?"

ZODYL TYPHON.

　IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.

Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.

Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.

"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.

The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.

"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.

"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.

For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.

"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."

"But—"

"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.

His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.

Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.

"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.

"I can though."

"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."

"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."

"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."

Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.

"Something wrong?" you questioned.

He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.

"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.

"Don't know, but you were doing it."

FOLLO TUNITO.

　"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.

"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.

"Please?"

You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.

Correction, as if you owned the world.

"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.

"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."

"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."

"Am I now?" he breathed out.

It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.

"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.

"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.

"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.

"I promise I will. Stay here please."

"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."

"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.

"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."

"But it's fun—"

It was funny until you wiped your lips.

"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.

"No? Why would you ask?"

"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.

"Since... well since, I could..?"

"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."

"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"

RUDO SUREBREC.

　A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.

Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.

But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.

Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.

“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.

“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.

If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.

“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.

Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?

“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”

His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.

“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.

“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.

“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.

Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.

“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.

“Why are you sulking?”

“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”

“Why’s that?”

“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.

His own plead making him embarrassed again.

“But don’t wipe it away this time…”

AUGUST STILZA.

　"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.

Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.

"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.

Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.

"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.

The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.

"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.

August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.

"Shut it." you demanded.

"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.

"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"

"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.

"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."

"WHAT?"

"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"

"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.

And the last one landed on your lips.

"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"

"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.

"Yes?"

"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"

"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.

"Come here!"

"Please leave me alone!"

RIYO REAPER.

　"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.

A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.

“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.

“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”

“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.

“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.

“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.

“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.

Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.

“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.

“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”

“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”

“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”

“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.

“Don’t take her side like this.”

“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.

“I’m going to beat you guys.”

“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.

Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.

“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.

“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.

“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“You’re signing up for another kiss.”

“I don’t mind though.”

“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.

“Where’s taffy?”

FU OROSTER.

　WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.

"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.

"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."

He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"

"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."

"Err— What's pissing you off?"

"You are."

"Oh."

Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.

"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."

"Oh... I'm sorry—"

"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."

"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."

"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.

"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"

"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."

"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.

"Time's a bomb."

"Don't be mad if I do it!"

"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."

His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.

And you? You were caught by surprise for once.

"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.

"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."

"Really..?"

A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.

"Let's go out."

"Sure..."

"You good?"

"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.

"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.

You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.

JABBER WONGER.

　"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.

"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.

"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.

"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"

"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."

"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.

A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.

"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"

"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."

Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.

"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.

A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.

"Get away from me!"

"Only for sum kisses!"

His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.

Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.

"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.

"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."

"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"

You two are total opposites.

TAMSY CAINES.

　PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.

He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.

But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.

You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.

"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.

"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.

"I mean he's always been a little weird—"

"[name]..."

"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"

"[name]."

"Can you not interrupt me...?  Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.

And then realisation hit you.

"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.

"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"

"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.

Shit talking right in front of his face?

"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.

"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."

"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.

"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.

"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"

"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.

"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."

"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.

"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"

"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."

"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."

"Sure." you replied dryly.

"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.

"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.

You will never get him.

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zanka nijiku

zanka falls first and falls HARD. like embarrassingly hard. the man does not stand a chance. 

you get together because you’re nice to him. that’s it. you treat him like he’s competent and capable and not just the butt of the joke, and he’s cooked. 

he rehearses confessions in his head for weeks. when he finally tries, he trips over his words so badly that you think he’s joking. he is, in fact, not. 

once you’re together, he’s so earnest it hurts. remembers everything. checks in constantly. wants to know if you ate, if you slept, if you’re okay. 

he’s anxious in the beginning, always worried he’s not enough for you. one teasing comment too many and he’s spiraling internally until you grab his face and tell him to knock it off. 

zanka is surprisingly brave for you. he still gets scared, but he moves anyway if you’re involved. 

PDA makes him short-circuit. holding hands? fine. arm around his waist? he’s blushing. kiss on the cheek? he’s gone. 

he talks about you like you hung the moon. like loving you is the most obvious thing in the world. 

would absolutely let you hype him up before jobs. you say “you’ve got this,” and suddenly he does. 

august stilza

august is loud. passionate. expressive with his whole chest. when he talks, people listen whether they want to or not. 

you get together through chaos. heated discussions, raised voices, overlapping opinions… until one day you realize none of it feels hostile. it feels alive. 

he absolutely hates being rushed. deadlines make him drag his feet out of pure spite. the more pressure he’s under, the slower he moves. 

but when he’s left alone? when he’s trusted to work in his own rhythm? august produces absurdly high-quality results in no time flat. it’s almost unfair. 

in a relationship, he needs space – but not distance. he wants to know you trust him enough to let him move at his own pace. 

august is intensely affectionate when he’s in the mood. dramatic gestures. animated rants that somehow turn into praise about you halfway through. 

he’s the kind of partner who defends you loudly. publicly. unapologetically. there is no “quiet support” with him. 

arguments are fiery, but honest. voices raised, hands moving, emotions spilling everywhere. but once it’s out, it’s out. no lingering resentment. 

he procrastinates emotional conversations the same way he procrastinates work – until suddenly, at 2 AM, he unloads everything with devastating sincerity. 

jabber wonger

jabber is a menace. point blank. getting into a relationship with him is chaos from the jump. 

it starts as mutual interest mixed with mutual bad decisions. banter that turns sharp. tension that never really leaves the room. 

he flirts like he’s picking a fight. gets way too close. grins like he knows something you don’t. 

jabber is possessive – not in a soft way, but in a feral “that’s mine and ALL mine” way. you shut it down early or it spirals. surprisingly, he listens (because only you tame him). 

once he realizes you won’t be intimidated by him, something shifts. he respects you. that’s rare for him. 

he’s intense with affection. grabbing your hand, pulling you into his space, laughing when you roll your eyes. 

arguments are explosive, but short-lived. passion burns hot, then burns out just as fast. he cools off quicker than people expect. 

jabber would throw hands for you without hesitation. but he’d also sit there quietly if you asked him to. 

being with him feels dangerous, exhilarating, and weirdly loyal. if he’s yours, he’s yours. 

riyo reaper

riyo lives like the world isn’t that serious. even when it absolutely is. 

you get together because you don’t try to change her. you don’t scold her for her bad manners or carefree attitude. instead, you laugh along. 

she’s calm in situations that should terrify people. unbeatable opponents, impossible odds – she just shrugs, grins, and moves forward anyway. 

riyo is unprofessional to the point of absurdity. eats when she shouldn’t, says what she wants, interrupts people without apology. 

she’s also shockingly competent. her laid-back nature isn’t ignorance – it’s confidence. 

in a relationship, she’s playful and teasing. pokes fun at you, steals your stuff, lounges way too close just to see how you react. 

affection is casual, but constant. leaning against you, draping herself over your shoulders, stealing kisses mid-conversation. 

she doesn’t overthink emotions. if she likes you, she likes you. simple. 

when things get serious, though, she locks in. her carefree smile doesn’t disappear – it sharpens. 

arguments are weirdly short. she doesn’t hold grudges. once she says her piece, she moves on. 

rudo surebrec

rudo loves like it’s survival. messy, intense, desperate in a way that makes his chest ache if he thinks about it too long. 

you get together in the middle of shared rage. both of you against the world, against the system, against the way things are stacked unfairly. you don’t soften him – you understand him. 

he’s awkward with affection at first. doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his words. he shows love by fixing things for you, by giving you objects he repaired like they’re offerings. 

rudo gets territorial without realizing it. not in a loud way, more like he instinctively steps closer to you when someone else does. 

arguments hurt him deeply. even small ones. he’s scared of abandonment and doesn’t always know how to say that, so he goes quiet instead. 

when you reassure him, when you stay, he looks at you like you just saved his life. every time. 

he laughs the hardest with you. real, unguarded laughter that surprises even him. 

gris rubion

being with gris feels like standing beside someone who knows exactly who he is. there’s no posturing, no insecurity, just quiet confidence built from discipline and experience. 

you get together through mutual respect first. he notices the way you work, how you handle yourself under pressure, and he doesn’t hesitate to acknowledge it. praise from gris is never casual; when he gives it, it means something. 

he’s an honorable man to his core. he takes pride in doing things right, not fast for the sake of speed, but efficiently and cleanly. when he promises something, he follows through. every time. 

in a relationship, gris is steady. dependable in a way that makes you breathe easier. you never have to wonder where you stand with him. 

he listens, really listens. doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush you. even when he disagrees, he hears you out fully before responding. 

gris isn’t afraid to uplift others, especially you. he openly respects your skills and your decisions, never diminishing them to protect his ego. 

affection is subtle, but sincere. a hand on your shoulder when you’re tired. walking on the outside of the street. quietly positioning himself between you and danger. 

arguments are handled maturely. he doesn’t raise his voice or shut down. he wants resolution, not dominance. 

follo tunito

follo’s love is… layered. on the surface, he’s polite, friendly, endlessly considerate. he remembers names, offers help before being asked, smiles easily. 

you get together because you see past that surface. you notice how hard he works, how often he pushes himself to be useful, how rarely he allows himself rest. 

follo has a strong sense of justice – one rooted in empathy. he hates the idea of people being dismissed as unimportant, faceless, disposable. especially those who lived ordinary lives and were never given a chance to matter. 

being with you intensifies that drive. he wants to be someone worthy of standing beside you, someone undeniably useful, undeniably necessary. 

inwardly, he struggles with feeling “less than.” like if he stops moving, stops proving himself, he’ll be left behind. 

he overextends himself constantly. takes on too much. stays standing long after he should sit down. and you’re often the one telling him to stop, to breathe, to rest. 

when you worry about him, it catches him off guard. he’s so used to being the helper that being cared for feels unfamiliar… and overwhelming. 

arguments usually stem from this. you telling him he doesn’t need to destroy himself to have value. him quietly admitting he’s scared of being seen as disposable. 

affection with follo is gentle. careful. like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. once reassured, though, he’s warm, loyal, and deeply devoted. 

tamsy caines

tamsy’s love is restrained, deliberate, and unsettling in how precise it is. 

you get together because you don’t flinch away from him. you notice the patterns, the silence, the careful distance he keeps, and instead of demanding answers, you let him exist as he is. 

he doesn’t offer affection freely. every touch is intentional. every moment chosen. 

tamsy listens more than he speaks. stores information. remembers things you didn’t realize you shared. 

he doesn’t express concern openly, but problems around you start disappearing. obstacles removed quietly, efficiently. 

jealousy is subtle. dangerous. he doesn’t confront rivals – he simply ensures they no longer pose a threat. 

arguments are tense, but controlled. he never explodes; instead, the room feels heavier, quieter. when you call him out, he pauses. considers. adjusts. 

opening up for him is fragmented. half-truths. indirect confessions. you piece together who he is over time. 

when he trusts you, it’s absolute. you become something precious – something he protects with frightening resolve. 

zodyl typhon

zodyl approaches love the way he approaches everything else: strategically, carefully, and with long-term intent. 

you get together because you don’t shrink in his presence. you challenge his ideas, question his logic, and refuse to be sidelined. 

he respects competence above all else, and when he recognizes it in you, his interest becomes unavoidable. 

zodyl isn’t openly affectionate. his love shows in access – bringing you into conversations others aren’t allowed to hear, trusting you with information that matters. 

he values your opinion deeply, even when he doesn’t immediately agree. you make him think. that’s rare. 

affection is controlled, but intense. lingering eye contact. quiet conversations late at night. his attention fully on you when you speak. 

arguments are sharp, intelligent, emotionally charged. neither of you backs down easily, but he never dismisses you. 

once committed, his loyalty is unshakable. if you’re his, you’re protected, respected, and treated as an equal. 

Gris: Hand

Such a gentleman ❤️. I see Gris being someone who would kiss his partner's scars. The most, of course, being your hands. Even if your Jinki—or whatever weapon you use—is not handheld, you still manage to get scraped by debris and shattered trash beast armor. Bandaged by strong hands and soothed by slightly chapped lips and soft goatee; God, I'm melting just thinking about it. When his strong hands just engulf yours in one swallow, capable of warming your fingertips because his internal heat is so much higher than yours. Lying on the hospital bed, you could feel the warmth radiating from his hands or his lips pressed against your palms as if he were praying for your survival. He's such a sweetheart. 

Follo: Nose, Forehead, Mouth

Oh my gosh, him~ 🤧. He makes me giggle and kick my feet. 19 years old and yet the only crush he had was probably that girl from his childhood. While Follo has little romance experience, it's not as bad as Rudo or Zanka. Follo would definitely do Eskimo kisses/nose nuzzles. He'd kiss your nose as an excuse to warm it up, but it just turns into a casual thing, like after you give him a gift or you've finished a chore. He kisses your forehead when you're distressed or you had a nightmare; seeing you in pain only multiplies his ache. But the real passion comes into play when he kisses your lips. He never thought he was a good kisser, but there's some so...good, something warm, something intense of just colliding his lips with yours, sloppily making out not because of lust (well...maybe 😏), but because he just ain't good at it. Mistakes are human, and, me personally, I do NOT care how good you're "supposed" to be at kissing, just as long as you love me dearly.

Tomme: Cheek, Hand

Simple girlie. ✨Highly underrated girlie✨. Tomme doesn't really express physical affection that much; she's probably more of a "words of affirmation" person, but kisses are exchanged commonly. Mainly your cheek when you greet each other, a small peck on your inner cheek, maybe at the junction of your nose. Hand kisses are when you're more intimate, those moments when you're in a daze, lost in your thoughts, but not moving a single muscle because your brain's fogged with random thoughts and fuzz. She kisses your hand because their just involuntarily intertwined with each other, and she, too, is a little tired. 

Amo: Cheek, Mouth

Amo is...quite passionate. We are all equally traumatized by her...past events, so that just the words "love" and "Amo" are hard to formulate a sentence, let alone think about it. When Amo loves, Amo loves dearly; it's a binary response, 1 or 0, on or off, fun or icky. So once all systems vote for yes, Amo is attached to your hip. In an instant, her eyes are on you and nothing else. Amo loves, Amo cares, and Amo wants to show you that. Wet kisses on the cheek are the start of it, not even trying to finagle any hand-holding or simpler physical touch. Even straight-up kissing you on the mouth/making out happens randomly, too. She's touch-starved, alright? Boundaries are still a mystery to Amo. She's still trying to move on from Mister and the tower and everything else that happened. And she's still learning about feelings. I know many people reading this are probably getting a little weirded out about it, but we cannot forget what happened. She grew up too fast, and everything Mister taught her was WAY BEYOND what she needed to learned at her age. 

Tamsy: Jaw, Neck, Mouth

Ah yes, Tamsy Caines. Good God, where do I begin? These three areas are the perfect spot for his lips to attack. Oh, you flinch when he breathes against your neck? Your breath hitches when his fingers trace your face? You think his lips are soft and plush? A little birdie told him you even thought he was a good kisser? Well, now we've got to test that. Now, of course, these kisses must be private, as if he's getting caught doing such scandalous things to you, even if it's just kissing. He would line your jaw with a few soft pecks, suctioning to your skin. He'll flutter down to your neck, sucking your jugular vein. He wants to bite it, rip it off, and watch the sweet blood flow from your soft, cakey skin, drink it like a vampire. Every kiss siphons your conscience; your knees buckle under a new gravity, commanding you to plummet. He kisses your lips ever-so slightly at first, teasing you by cushioning his lips to yours. Once he does initiate it—once you're prime and ready—he kisses slowly and sensually. And you just feel that rush of lust, of frustration, of desire. Everything just boils into a red-hot fervor. Darling, that's not him biting your lips; you're drawing your own blood.

Bro: Hand, Arms

Another gentle giant, besides Delmon. Bro would literally treat you like porcelain. You just can't get enough of holding his hands, they're so warm ☺️. Bro's hands just cradle yours in holy unison, and it is just ✨perfection✨. He kisses your hands to comfort you, letting all of your troubles wash away. He kisses your arms when you're more intimate, you know? When the day is almost over, Dear and Guita are both in bed, and you just have nothing to do but relax in each other's arms. *swoon~* literally paradise~.

Guita: Face

You playfight. Of course, you playfight. The two of you can't go a day without rolling each other over like two kittens. It's a constant game of who's the strongest—who can pin down the other the fastest? And to be honest, you're tied. However, Guita's funny little secret is distracting you with kisses!!! It's your one weakness; everyone has a weakness. So be prepared to be peppered with kisses unless you want to lose!

Corvus: Hand, Shoulders, Forehead

The best forehead kisses! The ones that truly make you feel safe. The ones that make you cling to him like a lifeline. The ones that make you cry because even the childhood home you grew up in with the people you grew up with and took care of you was truly not enough. Corvus would kiss your hand whenever you greet and before you left; literally, you keep making up new excuses to see the boss, and Semiu is like, "you know what? just go inside." Corvus would kiss your shoulders as a reward for a long day's work. I'm telling you right now his kisses are WORTH IT!!!

Semiu: Jaw, Mouth

She's ✨freaky✨. She's gotta be. A little bit. I want y'all to estimate how many porn magazines she has under her desk. (I'm guessing 27) With how much willpower she holds, capable of holding down the law amongst the Cleaners, she's gotta have some dominating traits. She only kisses during sex, and when she kisses, it hurts. Hickeys lines your jawline, your lips swollen and bleeding from her teeth. What she means to or not, it doesn't matter. Holding down the fort, that's her job since the very beginning. 

August: Face, Stomach

Peppers your face like crazy. Nowhere is safe, not even your ears. Even if you say you're not ticklish, somehow this man will make you giggle. His kisses are so random to the point where you can't even guess. You could be standing completely still for hours, modeling a design, and he'll just give the fattest kiss on his cheek. You could be sitting on his lap, lost in thought, and he would peck between your brow. You could be lying in his bed fiddling with your Jinki, and he would just stop whatever he was working on and tickle you with kisses. There's never a rhyme or reason for any of his actions. I bet he also blows raspberries on your stomach to make you laugh, hence why I put that, too. 

Eishia: Nose, Cheek

✨Another underrated girlie✨. She's so shy, but it's all worth it in the end. There's only so much Alice could teach her, and only so much August could help, but Eishia tries to be a little more forward. Small efforts, small victories, and we congratulate her for that. The first time she kissed you was the first time you had to go to the infirmary; Eishia wished you and her could hang out more often, but this is not what she meant. She was so scared, but she locked in; her crush was in pain, and she needed to deliver. But throughout the process, she did peck your cheek when you were unconscious, silently praying for your survival. And she did peck your nose when you awoke. Nevertheless, that was both her best and worst moment of her life. 

Jabber: Anywhere

Every kiss is a fight for territory and dominance. You don't play fight, you wrestle. Literally kicking and screaming, biting and bruising. It's the "you should see the other guy" meme, but you both look absolutely fucked up. Jabber is a menace with absolutely no self-control when it comes to you. What seems like a simple dogpile blooms a wet patch of saliva and blood on your shoulder. A hug from behind results in a string of kisses down your neck and spine. You shouldn't have kept yourself exposed like that, baby. It won't be a surprise if your whole earlobe is gone one day.

Zodyl: Hand, Mouth, Shoulder

What's this? Zodyl has potential husband material? Why must most villains of fiction able to be the most gentlemanly in a relationship? The big bad himself is able to be soft just for you and only you. He kisses your hand whenever you meet, apologizing for the lack of time. If you're mad at him, he'd kiss your shoulder, emphasizing how much he means his apology. If you're still mad, he kisses your lips. Really, he truly is sorry for leaving you alone—no—for having to live in this horrible place. He means when he says you're always on his mind. He's never felt so domestic like this, like your lives aren't in constant toil and pain, like you don't live in a shitty trash heap. Somewhere beyond this plain, like a dream. He doesn't dream, he plans, he envisions, and now he's trying to manifest whatever sanguine lifestyle the two of you scraped together tenfold.

Fu: Anywhere

Wherever you tell him, he'll kiss you there. You gotta tell him your preferences because he's not gonna do shit until you say something. Literally the shyest of the bunch, can't function without a simple command. It's fine, give him (a lot) some time, but you've gotta snap him out of his obedience obsession. Disturb his comfort.

Cthoni: Clavicle, Neck, Back

Wherever she can hide, basically. Cthoni is not really one for physical affection, but since you're together, she might as well try. She can kiss wherever she can reach, meaning it's probably gonna take her Jinki to reach above your chest. Unless you're lying down—or you're somehow shorter than her—then she's got a chance. She mainly kisses your back because she's a master of the behind-the-back hug, but she'll kiss your neck and clavicle whenever she feels like it, mainly during the off-season.

Momoa: Jaw, Cheek

There was loud chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, and Enjin immediately knew that you must be there with the young cleaners.

And he was right.

Without saying a word, he leaned against the doorframe and watched everyone.

Riyo and Zanka were leaning against the wall, both smiling carefree, which wasn't unusual. For some reason, these two always seemed to relax in your presence, which you might call cute, but it annoyed Enjin sometimes, as they always stuck by your side and never really let him have a moment alone with you.

Rudo, Fu, Amo and Guita were seated next to each other. Guita was talking Rudo's ear off as he tried to comprehend what she was saying, while Amo had her head in her arms and was looking at you fondly. Fu just watching Rudo and Guita shyly, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.

And then there was you, cooking something in your vital instrument which was a pot. He remembered the day he asked you what it meant to you, and you told him it had been passed down from your father and held great value.

It fits, he'd always thought that. Food made you happy, and cooking for others always seemed to brighten your mood, as well as the mood of those around you.

Sitting on the kitchen counter beside you and helping with the cooking was Dear Santa. His thick eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated hard on not messing up, while you smiled at the young kid.

"You're doing so good, Dear! I might even make you my little assistant."

At that, Dear's expression softened as he looked up at you with his big blue eyes, his movements stilling.

You adored all the cleaners, but Team Child had always held a special place in your heart. You were a lot more doting and caring, making sure that they'd hear compliments every day.

Dear didn't really show it, but he appreciated that a lot. You and Bro Santa were like his anchor, and even Enjin ended up being liked by Dear because he could tell how much you loved him.

Suddenly, he heard loud footsteps approaching quickly in your direction as he swiftly made his way over to you, holding your body close. You flinched for a second before relaxing into his embrace.

"Careful!" Enjin scowled lightly as he watched Remlin almost slam into you, had he not pulled you close.

"Sorry!" Remlin apologised, stopping abruptly and looking up at you apologetically.

You smiled and ruffled their hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just be careful next time."

Remlin's face lit up with joy and they continued running, which resulted in Enjin rolling his eyes and you flicking his forehead with your finger.

"That hurt..." He mumbled. You replied, "Don't roll your eyes at the kid," scolding him playfully. Then pulling him down so you could kiss the spot you had just flicked, which made Enjin's ears turn red.

"ME TOO!" There were multiple shouts in the kitchen as the young cleaners, except for Zanka, suddenly lined up in front of you, too.

"Huh?" Enjin huffed in confusion, glancing at you to see if you understood what they wanted. You did.

With a chuckle, you went up to Guita first, who had been the loudest in shouting 'Me too!' Leaning down, you brushed her fringe out of the way to kiss her on the forehead, which made her hug you tightly - as tightly as she could manage with the baby in your stomach.

"Don't squeeze her!" Enjin warned Guita, who whined and let go of you gently. The kids can't always control their strength, and your husband definitely didn't want them to hurt you or the baby.

Next was Dear Santa, whom you were about to pick up, when Enjin suddenly picked him up and held him at your height. "Seriously? I'm strong enough to hold him."

"I know, but being careful isn't going to hurt."

You just shook your head, a soft smile graced your face as you gave Dear a quick kiss on the forehead, and Enjin put the kid back down.

Each of the lined up cleaners received a kiss on the forehead. They all reacted a bit differently.

Riyo blushed lightly and a small smile crept onto her face, which was a rare sight for most people. She had let you in, and that was obvious.

Rudo's eyes became glassy when you ruffled his hair softly. He had slipped up and called you 'Mom' a couple of times, but you never minded. To you, they were your family.

Fu starting to cry as you brushed his tears away. Despite not having been around for that long, the teen was really starting to like you. Most of the time, he would walk behind you like a duckling following its mother.

Amo giggled and then glared at Enjin when she looked at him. She still couldn't stand him, and he would just keep his distance sinve you scolded him for being mean.

Remlin immediately sprinted off to draw something, grinning, as you laughed.

But that wasn't all. You looked at Zanka, who was still leaning against the wall, abruptly looked down once you two had made eye contact.

Your expression softened as you stepped forward and faced him. You engulfed the boy in a hug, which made his eyes widen at first, before slowly putting his arms around you.

"There's no need to be shy, Zanka. You can always come to me. I'll never judge," you whispered, just loud enough for Zanka to hear. He squeezed you briefly before letting go. His ears burning red as you pinched his cheek softly and kissed his forehead.

You then turned to face the doorframe and called out, "Eishia, I know you're there."

Quiet footsteps were then heard, and the girl emerged, looking embarrassed. "I-I didn't mean t-"

You just held your arms open and beckoned her to you. She started walking towards you "You get one too, beautiful," you leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. The girl flushed deep red.

Now hours having passed, the kids had eaten and most had left to sleep, leaving only Dear, whose head fell forward, startling him awake a couple of times.

You cooed quietly at the sight and nudged Enjin to look. The sight of the child even softened his expression.

"I'll carry him to bed," he suddenly said, making you look up at him in surprise. Enjin wasn't normally the type to just go ahead and do something like that, but having seen how deeply you cared about the young ones, he was ready to stand by your side and support them just as much as you did.

With that, he got up and pulled Dear into his arms. The child leaned his head against his shoulder as the two of you started walking to Dear's room. Enjin rocked him gently once the kid began to stir awake. "Shh, it's okay. Just carrying you to bed." Enjin's deep voice echoed around the quiet room as the 10 year old closed his eyes once again.

Once Enjin had laid him down on the bed, you couldn't help but hug your husband tightly. "You'll be such a good dad," you said.

You felt a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head and heard him whisper, "And you'll be the best mom. Just look at you taking care of the young ones. Such a perfect Mama Bear."

۶ৎ RUDO

Rudo was almost short circuiting from how close you were from him, your face leaning closer and closer to him. His eyes wide open thinking of what to do— until you dove straight into the ice cream he was holding. He screamed so loud whilst trying to part your head off of his ice cream, but it was too late. half of the cone— gone. The ice cream? gone. He was only left with holding half a cone that had melted ice cream on it, gently trickling down his gloves. You laugh at his reaction and leaned in for a kiss, this time genuine. His expression was almost laughable, he was pouting the whole way back to HQ after that.

۶ৎ RIYO

You and Riyo both ordered burrito's to enjoy after a small mission. You had already finished yours and Riyo was only opening hers, so you got the idea. You slowly leaned in towards Riyo's face, smiling at her gently. Riyo giggled and leaned forward too, and BOOM you took the opportunity and dived your face into her burrito, managing to bite half of it as Riyo hit you repeatedly on your head and neck. When you pulled back, the sauce, the meat, and basically the whole burrito was falling apart. You swore you saw fire in Riyo's eyes as she ran towards you, which led to a game of tag whilst she screamed for you to buy her another one.

۶ৎ ZANKA

It's the morning of you and Zanka's first day off together, so you told him that ordering sushi would be a great idea to spend the day. The sushi arrived— 3 different flavors and 6 pieces for each of you. You ate the sushi's so fast that you felt sad that you're basically left with nothing, and so an idea popped in your head. You tugged on Zanka's sleeves and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Zanka was blushing from the sudden affection and he felt his heart race. He was mentally preparing for your kiss until you grabbed a handful of his sushi and stuffed it in your mouth. Zanka screamed so loud and hit you in the head so many times that you almost went dizzy, he chased you around the room and then successfully tackled you down to the floor, wherein you finally kiss him for real whilst he was grabbing your sleeves so hard.

۶ৎ ENJIN

He ordered pizza box to celebrate you completing a mission, you two were left with 2 slices of pizza at the of the day, deciding to split it with each other. Enjin was sitting across you, and you already finished your pizza yet you wanted more. You got an idea in your mind, and decided to sit next to him to deploy the plan. He noticed you sat beside him and he gave you a big smile in which you leaned in slowly for a kiss, Enjin was taken a back with your sudden bold move and so he leaned in closer to you aswell. As soon as he took the bait, you took a huge bite on the pizza slice he was holding. Enjin pushed you away, the pizza falling on the floor. He then jumped on you, throwing you in the bed and attacking you with tickles. He wouldnt stop until you ordered another pizza all for him.

۶ৎ SEMIU

You and Semiu decided to end the day with a midnight snack, and so you two prepared burgers from the fridge, decorating the bun with your ketchup 'designs'. You two talked for a while about your day, until you got an idea. you stopped talking and you caught her attention as you suddenly became quiet. You leaned in close to her, the burger still in your hands, Semiu scoffs and leans in closer to you, but to your surprise— she went in for your burger. You tried knocking her off your burger but she absolutely ate it whole. Making the prank backfire on you. She later on admits that she knew you were gonna do that, but she wanted to make you experience it instead.

۶ৎ TAMSY

Tamsy, being the good boyfriend he is (...), he cooked waffles for the both of you to start the morning. You were both practically still sleepy but you had a mission to catch— and so did he. He sets up the table and calls you to eat. It's only been a few minutes but your waffles were already finished. Your hunger wasnt over yet, until you saw Tamsy's still untouched waffles and had a brilliant idea. You tugged Tamsy's shoulders, making him look at you. You giggle at him and slowly lean in for a kiss, and honestly, so did he. You were almost touching his lips until you went straight for his food. Making him gasp audibly and look at you shocked. You managed to bite a quarter into his waffles and look at him. He was staring at you, and then started bursting out a laugh. He added more into your plate, and you didnt even know there was more, so you kissed him geneuinely after that.

ENJIN was confident he wouldn't fuck up and that he could do it.

but for the majority of his time with you, he kept talking his ass off about other stuff instead of saying what he actually needed to say. he knows he has to say it now before anyone else steals your heart from him.

he knows he has a chance, but a part of him tells him it's just his confidence getting him worked up.

you know he wants to tell you something, and you notice how he somehow goes around the topic, but slowly diverts from it as soon as he gets near to his point.

until you finally called him out, asking him what's bothering him so much.

the usual confidence that exudes from enjin goes out easily. his shoulders slump a little, and he scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks a little red from embarrassment.

he finally says, albeit almost in a whisper (which was uncharacteristic of him), “i like you.”

enjin looked up at you and was shaken by how wide your grin was. without saying a word, you gave him a kiss.

ZANKA didn’t have anything in him when he confessed.

it was not that he didn’t think of it, he actually had multiple gifts in mind (and they are already hidden in his room) to give in case he finally confesses to you.

he had everything planned out. conversation starter? check. possible replies you might say? check. topics to discuss? check. outfit? check. gifts? check. tone of the voice when he says it? check. timeline for the perfect exact time to confess? check.

and because he wants it to be perfect, he practices his lines over and over again. he goes through various possible scenarios in his head, acting them out physically to properly immerse himself in what's about to come. stupid, he knows, but necessary to achieve 101% perfection.

zanka faced the wall with his eyes closed, turning around if the scenario demanded him, and talked to himself throughout the process of practicing.

he offered his hand to the air and said in the gentlest voice he could, “i like you, y/n.”

zanka felt the same warmth he feels when his hand grazes yours, and he couldn’t believe he had gone so delusional that he could physically feel your hand in his right now.

“i like you too, mr. perfectionist,” he heard a too-familiar voice say.

zanka's eyes busted open, his mouth wide agape. “w-what’re…! what the hell are ya doin’ here?”

you flicked zanka on the forehead. “you're in front of my room, silly. were you sleepwalking?”

zanka hadn't realized it, but as he was practicing his lines and different scenarios in an endless loop, his feet had subconsciously led him to your door.

it might not have been the most perfect confession, but… well, those gifts could wait.

maybe loving you isn’t all that complicated, because you make it so simple to love.

RIYO comes through your window in the middle of the night, determined to confess to you before anyone else does. because heck, you’re just so loveable.

she knew you stayed up late at night, writing down something, probably journaling—she has no idea—but that's what she has seen you doing over the past days (no, she definitely doesn't peek on your window randomly, and no, you definitely haven't caught her—yes, she does. and when you realized this, you started leaving your window open for her, meaning she was always welcome to come inside.)

riyo easily slips in silently and creeps close to you with a playful smile on her face. you knew of her past, yet you were never wary about leaving the window open for her. you were never scared of what she was before.

you rarely even hear her. right now, you continued writing even with a new presence lurking in the room.

riyo went behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders and said, “i like you.” 

you jolted up right at her words, feeling the heat rise to your face.

but before you could hide what you were writing down, riyo had already read it.

“riyo reaper, her piercing eyes strike my heart. her eyes, smile, hair—all beautiful… everything about her is mesmerizing.” was just an excerpt she was able to read.

riyo didn't even care if you would reject her. but damn does it feel good to be loved.

TAMSY was smooth with it, like he always is.

a gift on one hand, and the other empty, ready to hold yours (in the case you accept his confession, which he assumed would be what would happen).

he flocked his way through the energetic hallways of the headquarters, looking for you. you whose smile makes his heart flutter for reasons unknown, you whose voice catches his attention.

tamsy smiled to himself, thinking about how you would react once he told you what he felt. surely, you liked him back, don’t you? you always stutter when he’s around, which he assumed was because you liked him. so he thought, why not give it a try?

he found you sitting beside a supporter whom you treat as your best friend. as your friend saw tamsy approach your table, your friend kicked you below the table and got up to leave.

you looked at tamsy, confused as to what he wants from you right now.

tamsy hands you the gift with a soft, big grin on his face. “i like you,” he said, his voice smooth and sweet.

your answer to his confession? it was…

FOLLO didn’t want to admit his crush on you.

but somehow, he found himself standing in front of you, holding your favorite snack.

gris had pushed him to tell you about what he feels, so he’d stop overthinking about it. tomme had been nagging him that she’ll start dropping hints for you to realize the boy (him, yes, follo) was absolutely smitten for you.

so, his body decided to act on its own—get your favorite snack, and tell you what he feels.

but the moment he was finally facing you, all that adrenaline drained out of him, and he wanted to be swallowed by the ground, embarrassment filling his veins.

it took him a while before he could say a word to you. he stood silently in front of you, clutching the snack in his hands. you stared back at him, calling his name once, patiently waiting for him to speak.

“i like you,” follo mumbled, and you could barely make out his words.

“sorry?” you leaned close to him to hear him better, and follo’s face warmed with the proximity.

follo looked away to the side, and mumbled again, a bit louder this time so you could hear it, and that he wouldn’t need to repeat it again and again.

“i like you,” he said, pushing the snack in his hands to you. “i really like you.”

you looked up at him and saw how red follo’s face was. he was biting his trembling lower lip, but his eyes showed determination that you only see whenever he’s out training and on a mission—determined to be stronger and to get everyone back to safety.

you took the snack from him. and with a smile, you kissed him on his cheek.

AUGUST is direct and certain.

it was 7 in the morning when he knocked on your door, a package in his hand.

august was welcomed by your morning hair, sleepy eyes, and husky voice, asking him what he was doing so early in your room.

with that wide-ass signature grin on his face, he pushed the door open further and shoved the box at you.

“made you the clothes you were looking at the other day from the shop we saw! but i tailored it to be better,” august flexed, his voice serving as a morning alarm to your still-asleep nervous system.

taking the package, you thanked august, asking him what it was for.

“because i like you!”

now, you are definitely awake.

🚯 happy valentine's day to all the single people out there! i love each and everyone of you 😝💘