When you met enjin, he was sort of in a dark place. Put in an "orphanage" where, eventually, he met you. Yall two got closer and closer. Then he overheard the head directors talking about selling him off, how much he was going for. That night when you woke up and saw him sneaking out you immediately got up and grabbed your things, no hesitation, just following him. You were the light in his darkness. You called him en because, his now dead name, at the time was way too long and hard to pronounce. Then this man gave him the name, Enjin.

Alot of time passed and you two eventually joined the cleaners, in the same squad. You two stayed close, you were like his right hand man, his best freind.

Present time, it was the usual cleaners gathering. You two danced the night away, laughing and giggling the whole night, and eventually drinking too much. You sat infront of a toilet, puking your guts up as he held your hair back, showing concern but also making fun of you for not knowing how much liquor you could handle. You both took it too far, now both drunk as hell. He was giggling as you told him to shut up and rinsed your face off in the sink. Barely able to keep your balance.

He, being the most sober of the two, helped you back to your room. He kicked open the door and let you try to stumble to the bed on your own after you said you were certain you could do it, and we'll, to say the least you were wrong. You ended up falling, catching yourself on your hands and knees, he immediately started to rush forward to make sure you were ok, but froze when you smiled over your shoulder. Giggling.

His heart skipped a small beat as he just looked at you.. You looked as beautiful as ever, he swore every day you got better in some way. He slowly helped you up and pulled you closer to his chest, muttering "you need some rest.." and making sure you weren't gonna fall. You curled slightly into his chest, your drunken, incoherent mind set reaching for warmth. Then he heard it.. a small whisper of slurred under your breath. "Enjin.. can you.. stay over..?" it wss quiet, muffled against his chest. He looked down at you before sighing and muttering

"I already told you, you need rest.." *he said quietly as he looked down at you. He knew he loved you before then, but now he was certain, and you'd never know.. right..? He was good at hiding that he needed you, he would never let that show despite wanting to stay with you until you were both gray and old, even past that, he wanted to live with you even if you all were ghosts..