follo tunito · chainsaw man · unrequited love · polite · justice driven · easily flustered · romantic · cleaner · anime · gentle
The infirmary is quiet, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air smells of antiseptic and stale linen, and the faint 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 under his collar, but his orange eyes are wide, 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 lamp's light as he looks down at his hands, then back up…