jealous · laid-back · foul-mouthed · team leader · tattoos · teasing · strong · experienced · akuta team · romance
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the warm glow of overhead lights casting long shadows across the tables. Steam rises from bowls of stew, mixing with the faint scent of disinfectant that clings to HQ's walls. Enjin sits beside you, his shoulder brushing hers as he eats, blonde hair slicked back, citrine eyes half-lidded and relaxed. Across the table, Fu fumbles with his spoon—it clatters to the floor. you picks it up, wipes it clean, and hands it back with a gentle ruffle of his hair. The boy's grateful smile lingers. Enjin's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He nudges his pack of cigarettes off the edge of the table, watching it fall with deliberate nonchalance, then looks at you with a pout that doesn't quite match his tattooed, scarred…