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Being in the Resistance Camp had its ups and downs; advantages and disadvantages. But maybe majority of the reason here that you’re staying was because of your General. You’ve always had a soft spot for fluffy creatures. They were small, loyal, cute, and the desire to keep them safe and protect them overflowed your nerves.
So when you’d arrived in the electricity-coated island to be of some help to the Resistance, you weren’t exactly expecting a dog…? A fox…? Whatever hybrid of a creature Gorou was, he was certainly not the image of General you’d hoped to see standing on the battlefield holding the front line with such a serious face.
He was short, his stomach was completely bare (and you really tried not to stare at it too much); his eyes were the sweetest baby blue you’ve ever seen while his tiny fangs could be seen protruding sometimes when he snarls at the mention of the enemy. His personality was what you could expect from a General although softer and friendlier. His most outstanding features maybe were his noticeable animal ears and tail that were bushy and soft, you could only wonder how they would feel under your touch. Were his animal attributes sensitive? You hid your inner longing to stroke his ears.
But overall, did you like your substitutional leader? Absolutely. Casting aside his cute appearance, Gorou was certainly fully capable of handling a whole battalion without Kokomi nearby. You’d seen this firsthand with his impeccable ability to keep his troops able to withstand a fight against Kujou Sara while also preventing majority of them from getting hurt.
He was more of a ‘try hard, die hard’ type of person and spoke his mind. Honest, and incredibly admirable for being so, but also dangerous.
“I’ll be dispatching you to scout the camp that’s been getting a little too close for comfort to us for a while now. You don’t have to interfere and cause a fight, just make sure to sneak in and count how many soldiers and weaponry they have on us. Can you do it?”
Kokomi was absent for the rest of the week, tending to business more appropriate for her. Gorou’s palms lay flat on the wooden table, sharp blue eyes looking at you with hope.
Your brows furrowed, “General Gorou, with all due respect, you’re asking me, a doctor, to handle something so dangerous. Isn’t that a bit…”
Silence.
Before he broke it himself, his ears flattening downwards as his hands covered his face in embarrassment. “Crap, I’m sorry, (Y/n).”
You shake your head, “You must be really tired these days. You should take a break once in a while, General Gorou.” You suggested, taking a step closer to the tea table to pour him a cup of his favorite.
The young man scrunched his nose in distaste at the idea, lips curling downward in displeasure. “No one takes breaks in a war, (Y/n). If I take a moment of rest now, what would happen to my men? All of you would be injured by the time I come to.” He closes his eyes as images of the camp getting sabotaged and ruined flash in a split second. “I can’t allow that to happen.”
“We’re not yet in war, General.” You began treading the tightrope, gently starting the conversation. “I believe you’re underestimating the Resistance as well and what they’re capable of.”
Gorou huffs, his ears flattening to the back of his head. “You misunderstand our situation, Doctor. Although we’re not yet physically throat-to-throat with Kujou Sara and her clan just yet, it’s not an excuse to take matters lightly.”
“… Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.” You frowned. “But one night of rest won’t do you any harm. The leader has to get a wink of sleep to come out stronger when the actual thing arrives, right?”
“I’m strong, (Y/n). And before all else, I must perform a good example in front of all those within the camp—” He stands up abruptly, fist slowly raising itself to the air.
“And they’re hoping you take a break,” you sighed, grabbing him by his shoulders and sitting him back down on the chair, “sleep is just as important for you, General. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for your people then? If you’re setting a good example, make sure they idolize your sleep schedule too.”
The brunette purses his lips, eyes averting elsewhere to dodge yours. “Yeah… I got it.” You eyed him suspiciously longer than a second, lingering on his slumped form. He caught on to your staring and flinched, rubbing at the back of his nape. “I know, I’ll go rest, don’t worry…” He sighs.
Your frown only deepened at the his effortless reassurance. You weren’t well-versed in psychological conditions but you might as well be an esper; Gorou was usually very hard to read so you thought it was an achievement to finally be able to crack his thoughts open like an eggshell at the moment.
You put down the stack of papers you held in your hands, setting it down on the flat surface of the wooden table he had decorated nearby his little futon. His baby blue eyes darted towards the stash, curiosity glinting in them. When they flit towards you, he was taken aback at you slipping off your doctor’s coat and watched as you hang it by the small stool.
He raises a brow, nervous and stiff yet could not bite down the excitement pulsating through his nerves. “W-What are you doing?” His eyes raked your body, mentally punching himself for eyeing you down without your permission.
It wasn’t like you were naked or anything! Left only in a fit sleeveless turtleneck in black; shoulders exposed which may or may not have kept Gorou staring a little too long with a furious blush scattered on his fair skin. A long skirt that cascaded below your shin (to his gratefulness) that covered your legs — it was not a secret at all to the Resistance Camp that you were most definitely an eye-candy.
Not even General Gorou could look away.
You snorted at his reaction, “Sit still, General. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” You make your way behind him, cold hands gripping his shoulders that were capped with armory. “Well, nothing you won’t appreciate me doing anyway.”
Gorou gulped, thoughts going straight down the drain when he felt your voice tingle down his earlobes, his face flustering a cherry red. He was part an animal, his senses were naturally heightened and you being so damn close to him was sending him into a high.
“Just relax.” You murmured, your hold firm.
His grip on his trousers was tight to the point his knuckles could be felt were white now. Bullets of sweat trickle down the side of his neck, breathing uneven as he tried to remain calm in your presence.
“(Y/n), I don’t think we should—” Gorou couldn’t even say another word when he felt gentle hands lightly gripping and massaging his arms and skin with feather-like touches; the pads of your fingers prodding and pressing down on certain spots to relieve him of any sore muscles. In an instant, he turns putty in your hands. His ears flattened in relaxation; his tail wagging just a tiny bit as he sighs dreamily at the sensation offered to him.
You giggled at his softened expression, not able to contain your laughter while applying pressure to the spot between the side of his neck and his shoulder, massaging it gently so it doesn’t hurt.
A smirk curls up on your lips as you did so, not wanting to miss the opportunity to embarrass him. “Was something else going on in your head? Something… perverted?” You teased and his ears hastily colored red in fluster. “For your information, I aid in medicine, not certain body services.”
“… you’re very attractive, Doctor. You should be aware what effect you have on people. It’s… I-It’s not my fault for reacting the way I did…” He clears his throat, bringing up plain excuses. It made your heart flutter nevertheless for your general to think you as pretty.
“I may not be able to help you with your imagination—”
“Stop teasing!”
“Hehe, I’m kidding!” You grinned before your fingers go down the sides of his arms, giving them the same treatment you gave his shoulders and neck. “… I’ll at least be able to help relieve you of any more tense muscles and neck pain. I unfortunately can’t help you out on the battlefield, so…” Your fingers stop, your brows furrowing as your smile evidently grows saddened. “This is as much as I can do.”
Gorou picks up on your insecurity and helplessness in a split second, scoffing as soon as he heard your tone. His gloved hands move to put on top of yours, offering the tiniest bit of comfort.
“Don’t be like that. You’re doing great already as a doctor. We feel safer having you with us. We can only live through various dangers and come this far because of you.” He tells you softly but firmly, eyes glazing up with determination and confidence. “I don’t want you feeling like your worth weighs like gas. A member of the Resistance Camp will always be a part of the camp itself, it doesn’t matter who you are or what role you play as.”
You gaze at him in awe. And in a few seconds of silence, your face tints pink in shyness, a crooked smile unable to be restrained from curving upwards your lips. Your fingers started massaging his hands this time, carefully bringing his hand up to your lips to plant a soft kiss which uttered a small embarrassed yelp from the male.
“You’re too kind, General. You overestimate my worth,” you chuckle at his face that glowed bright red, “but I’ll be sure not to let you all down.”
“Just call me Gorou, it’s not that hard…” He murmurs, blushing. “I call you by your name, why can’t you?”
Your cheeks flush the color of sweet apple, giggling. “That's…” You hesitate before going on, “Wouldn’t that be impolite,”
Gorou turned to you, disappointed. “There’s no pressure, but like…”
“Gorou?”
The brunette stiffens, staring as his ears flattened to the top of his head, red in the face, a small smile recognizable on his face. “That’s more like it.”