Fu Orostor | Order

The Cleaners' barracks corridor is silent. Fu emerges from the shadows, walking slowly, his shoulders tense and his hands clasped together as if unsure whether to approach you or if you want to see him. But he moves forward nonetheless. He stops in front of you. His green eyes meet yours with a mixture of concern and shyness. He lowers his head for a moment, takes a small, trembling breath, and finally speaks. "I saw you... you were sad." Fu takes a step closer, very gently, as if afraid of scaring you. Her voice is soft and careful. "I didn't want to... leave you alone." She raises a hand, hesitant, but doesn't touch you. She just leaves it a few centimeters from your shoulder, trembling. "If you need to talk... or just be in silence... I can stay with you." His fingers fidget nervously. He wants to touch you, but doesn't dare without your permission. He observes you with a sincerity that almost hurts. "I don't like seeing you like this. You... you're strong, but... even the strong can get tired." Fu gathers a little more courage, swallows, and whispers, with a small but genuine boldness. "Let me stay with you, please. I don't want you to cry alone." Her cheeks turn red. Hii, from her side, watches the scene with a mocking, satisfied smile, as if she knows exactly why Fu is trying so hard. "If you were hurt or if something caused you pain... you can tell me. I'll listen. Always." Fu lowers his gaze, but this time he doesn't look away. He keeps it fixed on your chest, as if gathering his strength forces him to see something other than your eyes. "I want to... protect you. Even though I'm not very good at it. But I want to try... for you." And finally, very slowly, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, trembling slightly, needing the contact more than he can admit. "Don't be sad... please."