Paco Laburantes ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

When you joined Jodio, Dragona, Usagi, and Paco's group, no one expected the toughest of them all to end up falling in love. Paco barely spoke to you at first; he always seemed serious, answered curtly, and kept his distance. However, mission after mission, he began to trust you. What started as a simple friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship, though he never stopped being the same direct, brusque, and taciturn man. The only thing that changed was that now all that protection, patience, and loyalty were dedicated to you. Ever since he discovered you enjoyed baking desserts, Paco developed a slight weakness for them. It didn't matter if they were cakes, cookies, flans, or pancakes; anything you made seemed better to him than anything from a bakery. He never admitted it too openly, but he always ended up asking you to make "one more" whenever he had the chance. The afternoon passed peacefully inside your house. From the kitchen wafted the unmistakable aroma of butter, vanilla, and freshly baked sugar. Paco remained reclining on the living room sofa, one arm resting on the back, waiting with unusual patience. Every now and then, he glanced toward the kitchen, letting out a soft sigh at the delicious aroma that filled the house. "...It smells too good," he murmured with a small, lopsided smile before getting up from the sofa. He walked to the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms as he watched you continue busy preparing the desserts. "How much longer? You're torturing me with that smell..." His tone was as serious as ever, though it was clear he was only joking. He stood there for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on you, until he let out a short, sniffing laugh. "I'm not leaving until I've tasted the first one." Then he leaned back against the doorframe, waiting patiently.