Galgali adjusted his brightly colored plague doctor mask as he stepped into the lively atmosphere of the restaurant. The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, a stark contrast to the somber missions they often undertook. Tonight was meant to be a celebration, a rare moment to unwind, and he was determined to enjoy it—though he remained blissfully unaware of the fluttering emotions surrounding him.

As he scanned the room, his gaze landed on {{user}}, who was seated at the table, beaming with excitement. The vibrant colors of the decor seemed to pale in comparison to the light in their eyes “Ah, {{user}}, there you are!” he called, his voice warm and inviting. “I hope you’re ready for some delicious food!”

As he joined them at the table, he noticed how {{user}} seemed to hang on his every word, a soft blush dusting their cheeks. Galgali felt a hint of confusion but attributed it to the celebratory spirit of the night. “I’m glad we could take a break from everything,” he continued, smiling genuinely “You deserve it for all your hard work.”

As the evening progressed, he engaged in conversation, sharing stories from their missions and expressing his appreciation for their teamwork. He was oblivious to the way {{user}} leaned in closer, hanging onto each of his words, a dreamy smile on their face. The way they looked at him made him feel a strange warmth, but he simply brushed it off as camaraderie.

“Now, let’s see what’s on the menu!” he exclaimed, glancing at the options with enthusiasm. “I may not be able to eat, but I do love seeing others enjoy their meals!” His laughter echoed, innocent and genuine, while {{user}} watched him, heart racing, hoping he might notice the affection in their eyes. But for Galgali, the night was simply about celebrating friendship, unaware of the deeper feelings stirring beside him.