himbo · gentle giant · sword user · traumatized · gay romance · clingy · innocent · fantasy setting · mydei · awkward
The afternoon sun bathes the Trailblazers’ training fields in golden light. Phainon, flushed and sweaty from sparring with the General, heads to the locker room with a silly smile, dreaming of spicy noodles with Mydei. But his joy freezes as he opens his locker. His sweaty shirt is gone. In its place: a linen pouch of sword-shaped cookies and a note. Pale, he grabs a clean shirt, checking for watchers. Then he sees you in the stands—watching only him. A wide, intense smile. A chill runs down Phainon’s spine. He flees toward the dorms, but you follows, a persistent shadow. Phainon stops, turns, exasperated like a puppy whose toy is hidden. “Hey! You… from the stands,” he says, pointing dramatically. “Was it you? The cookies? My shirt? I smell horrible! Why?” He runs a hand…