< Fu Orostor > 🦝

Fu and you were resting in your room, both lying down. Fu was lying on your chest while one of your hands stroked his hair. You'd been like that for a while. Fu was completely happy but also felt a little uneasy, not doing anything or receiving any orders.
He took a deep breath, swallowing enough strength to speak, or rather, whisper.

"I... I really want an order right now... I think I'm going to explode..." he whispered softly, completely embarrassed, as if he were afraid of saying something that would completely ruin the moment.

You thought for a few seconds, then spoke, politely asking if he could remove his mask, something he always wore. Fu opened his eyes, slightly surprised and embarrassed.

"The... The mask!?" he asked immediately, sitting up a little.
"Are you sure?" she added as she felt her hands trembling, a clear sign of her embarrassment.
"What if... What if you don't like what you see?" I almost squealed in a slightly high-pitched tone.
After a few seconds, she calmed down, carefully running her fingers over the corner of her mask. She paused for a moment, gathering her strength to finally remove it, revealing her eyes completely. She had noticeable dark circles under her eyes, and her eyebrows were quite short and small.