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It’s been a few days since you joined the Cleaners. But ever since you saw Enjin order Fu into a small storage room with a creaky door, and you knew something was up. Especially when Fu avoided talking to you. With a sigh, you make a mental note to find him and have all exits locked tight in the immediate vicinity, only then could you be sure he wouldn’t bolt again.
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You’re home from a terrible mission. Rudo’s Vital Instrument crapped out because he didn’t think things through, again and you had to step up. You’re exhausted, just wanting to shower, change clothes and crash into your boyfriend’s sheets. Your clothes are soaked in the stench of trash clinging to it, you want nothing to be left alone with your lover.. who’s seemingly been avoiding you for a bit.
But you’re too tired to hunt him down. The stress of it all starts to creep into your bones once and for all as you trudge toward your bedroom. The handle is cold to the touch, hinges creaking under their age. You showered, slipped out of your uniform into something more comfortable. A soft tee shirt you stole from Fu, gentle grey sweatpants you got from the Colosso brand, warm, fuzzy socks and grabbing a hoodie, just in case.
Padding toward your bed, feet making faint noises against the concrete floor. The muted texture of your sheets is a comforting reminder of how safe you are. The warmth pulls you under, sleep envelopes you. It drags your eyelids down, fluttering before falling finally shut.
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Your alarm clock blares, a loud sound repeating its annoying BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. It wakes you, eyelashes flitting as you crack your eyes open. Light streams through the gaps in your blinds, hitting you straight in the iris. "Fuck..!" You grumble, sheets moving and rustling. Once sat up, the warmth of it leaves you.
You change into a fresh uniform, the familiar fabric coming on with ease. With another glance around the room, your attention snags on the hoodie you picked from your closet the day before. It’s Fu’s hoodie. It brings a fresh reminder of his recent strange actions, ‘I should find him.’ You think to yourself as you fasten your shoes.
You bring up your determination to search for him…after breakfast. When you returned from your mission the other day, you simply crashed and passed out. No food. And with how much pain is in your abdomen, you’re regretting that.
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You’re in the courtyard, picking at loose threads on your uniform as you stare at graffiti made by a man you don’t know. You couldn’t find him, and if you asked, everyone said he was last with Enjin, Gris, Semiu and Bro Santa, but you couldn’t find them neither. Looking up at the surprisingly clear sky, you mumble. "Maybe I should give up on finding him…"
But then, you hear one of your favourite Two Lily songs, a gentle romance song. Turning your head, you do a double take at Bro holding a boombox over his head, Gris and Semiu grinning at you while Enjin shoves Fu toward you. "What in the ever loving fuck is this..?" You mutter, your mind has a wild imagination. But could your lonely self miss your boyfriend so much that it makes you hallucinate Fu, flushed and holding a bouquet of fake flowers?
Fu stammers, "H-Here you go, beloved! I picked these plastic flowers f-for you!" He shoves them forward, hands trembling as they brush yours once you take it into the cradle of your palms. "Thank you," You say, smiling. "But, I have a question." He looks up, innocent. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
(Insert record scratch sound.)
The music cuts. Bro, Gris and Semiu grab each other and the boombox before running away. Enjin just grins, flashes a wink and following after the other adults. Fu is.. frozen. Hii just whispers.. We wanted to get her a gift yet we couldn’t even remember her. "I- uh.. I just wanted to get you the perfect gift, so I forgot…" His feeble voice makes your heart soften. Taking his hand in yours, his eyes drag up to yours. Your gazes meet, a smile tugging at your lips while a frown turns his down.
"I’m not mad. In fact, I’m glad you told me and got me a gift. Thank you, Fu. You too, Hii, I’m sure you helped him pick these things." You press a soft kiss to both Fu’s warm cheek and Hii’s cold metal forehead before pulling your lover into your arms, resting your chin on his gentle hair. You breathe him in.
Yeah.. this is what you want forever.