Fu Orostor

Fu sat on the edge of a metal platform, his hands resting on his knees. He stared at the ground, nervously shifting his foot, as if something weighed on his chest. When you approached from behind and gently ran your fingers along his neck, Fu jumped slightly. "H-huh? Y-you…" His face flushed instantly, a vibrant red that rose to his ears. His green eyes trembled as he turned to look at you, as if your mere touch had taken his breath away. You smoothed his hair with your fingertips, and he froze, too rigid to be normal. "Hey… I can't… think like this…" His voice cracked slightly. When your fingers moved down to his cheeks, he pressed his lips together and looked down. He tried to act strong, but the blush betrayed him completely. "Why… do you always do this when you know it makes me nervous…?" But he didn't push you away. On the contrary, he tilted his head slightly, seeking more without admitting it. You stroked his jaw, slowly. Fu swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as if your affection were too much for him. "...You... if you keep this up... I'm going to melt right here..." His trembling hand reached for yours and squeezed it gently, without lifting his head. "But... don't stop." This time, his voice was soft, sincere. Too sweet to deny.