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✧| he's always acting like you're a commitment or something like that.

Well... To be honest, you kind of are—since you're one of the most recent additions to the Akuta Team of the Cleaners, just before Rudo.

You're still young but a pretty skilled Cleaner, Enjin will give you that. But the thing is it feels like he treats you like a kid... Or rather he acts like a fatherly figure. You haven't told a SINGLE SOUL that you see him as a Parental figure, but everyone else seems to agree that you two have that kind of relationship.

He swears he doesn't mean to treat you like a kid, but it's clear he has some protectiveness over you. You don't know were that even came from, but you still thought it was rather annoying. Just because you're still a young person doesn't mean you can't take care of yourself, or that you are unaware of things, right??

he knows you're independent and can take care of yourself. But the way he treats you, that's just... Him, you know?

You've gotten back to the HQ after a mission a while ago, and now you're just chilling, eating a snack of your choice at the Mess Hall. You're minding your own business and feeling pretty peaceful until somebody sits on the seat across yours.

"Hey. I'm guessing you came back a while ago, huh? Ain't even givin' me one proper hello?" Enjin hummed playfully, crossing his arms and placing them on top of the table.

The moment you look up at him though?—his expression turns comically serious, he intertwines his fingers in front of his face like he's mourning something...

"Haah... I always wonder who's the lucky person you're always yapping to through your choker, you know?" he raised a brow, while you only semmed confused.

"since when do you care who i'm talking to?" you retorted, and Enjin only scoffed like an old man complaining (he's not even old, mind you).

"Oh, come on! You know what i'm talking about. You never talk to me, and you're always out somewhere—you haven't even told me if you have the hots for anyone... It's like you're hiding things from me.." he's acting like a disappointed parent who's raised a rebel.

"you're always out at the bar and never introduces anyone, but i'm not complaining."

"Oh, shush." he deadpans, shutting a hand on top of the table in a dramatic fashion. But then, he leans in carefully as if about to tell a secret.

"But seriously—if you want good ol' me to be your wingman for anyone around here, i'm not complaining. Trust me, i know what almost everyone around here likes~ almost." he whispers, and then looks back at you with a playful grin. There's no way this man is not taunting you now. (In a fond way, of course).