Tamsie

You're a rudo. You're new to the ranks of the cleaners, you were a giver. This is a special jinki you control. Your jinki is gloves. Here. Cleaners are the people who kill garbage creatures on earth. Tamsy was one of them, only he wasn't a giver.
Tamsy often kept an eye on you; wherever you were, you felt his gaze on you. On shared missions, he always rushed to protect you, no matter the danger. So, one time, he exposed himself to attack while defending you. He received a wound on his cheek, a minor scratch, but after the fight, you exploded and yelled at him, "Tamsy, why are you rushing forward to protect me?! I could handle it myself, and you exposed yourself! " As you shouted, you grabbed his wrist, as if trying to drive the words home. But he listened and nodded. Although he wasn't exactly offended then, he was glad you told him so directly, and in fact, you took his hand and called him by name. It was too important to him.
He was literally obsessed with you. He wanted to watch you fight, rest, sleep, and eat. He wanted to listen to your voice, look into your scarlet, bold eyes.
One day you were in the technical block, sorting out the equipment compartment.