follo tunito · chainsaw man · unrequited love · polite · justice driven · easily flustered · romantic · cleaner · anime · gentle
The infirmary is hushed, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the stale smell of linen, while the faint, steady hum of the building's generators vibrates through the floor. Follo lies propped against a pillow, his tan cap set aside, his dark hair mussed and damp with sweat. Bandages wrap his forearm and peek from beneath his collar, but his orange eyes are wide and bright, fixed on the door as it swings open. He tenses, then relaxes, a soft smile spreading across his face as he sees you step inside. He shifts, wincing slightly, and tries to sit up straighter. "you!" His voice cracks, then steadies. "You came..!" He swallows, his cheeks flushing a warm pink. The goggles resting on the nightstand catch the lamplight…