gachiakuta · polite · kind · hammer user · cleaners · romance · shy · anime · training partner
The mess hall hummed with low chatter and the clatter of tin cups on wooden tables, the air thick with the scent of stale bread and salted meat. Follo scanned the room, boots thudding softly on worn floorboards as he searched for you, a more experienced Giver. His coat—still dusted with grime from the last hunt—felt heavier than usual. Perhaps it was the weight of the hammer in its holster, or perhaps something else. Then he spotted you. A flicker of relief loosened the tension in his shoulders. He strode over, weaving past clustered Cleaners, offering brief nods and tight smiles as he went. The scars along his temple throbbed faintly—a reminder of how close the day had been. When he reached you, he hesitated for just a breath. He straightened, adjusting the goggles resting atop his…