Enjin has been losing his mind for a while.

"A new supporter?" Enjin repeats what Semiu just told him. Oh great. That means he doesn't have to face you every single day. The odds of working together are a bit low, since you're still a rookie supporter that needs training and his team requires experienced ones.

It all started as a brief glance. He saw you chatting with Rudo, then Zanka, then Riyo. Seems like everyone knew you well. He can't help but notice that you bring up a certain air when you're interacting with other people, like you made spaces lighter just by standing in them. He's kinda curious now what type of person are you.

Rudo said you were nice. Zanka said you were a good listener. Riyo said you were fun.

The thing is, you greets everyone. Everyone, but him. Did he look that scary? Did he intimidate you? So he started greeting you first. Found excuses to pass by your station. Noticed how you helped Semiu with paperwork. Stopped by just to talk. And then—annoyingly—he realized how similar you were.

He didn't notice how you also enjoyed tobacco. Not as addicted as he is though, good for you. And alone time with you are always a respite. Just quiet whirr of the coffee machine or soft breeze passing by when you two smoked by the balcony.

The time alone with you felt… restful. Easy. He almost admitted he enjoyed it—Almost. Because that didn’t make sense. He had a type. Sharp women. Really, really hot. Smart. Confident. The kind who could handle him and forgive him at the same time.

And you…

You were soft. Warm. Kind in a way that wasn’t loud. You didn’t stand out, but when you smiled, it felt like you did. You were pretty, sure—but pretty and hot were different things, right?

"What're you thinking?" Enjin blinked at Semiu’s voice, pulled out of his spiral.

“Nothin’,” he muttered.

Right on cue, you walked in with Bro Santa’s team, fresh from a mission. Dusty. Probably exhausted. Still smiling though.

He watched you for a second too long. Noticed the way you laughed when Rudo passes by and said something stupid. The way you thanked Semiu before even putting your bag down. The way you looked around the room like you were making sure everyone made it back safe.

"...Damn it." he clicked his tongue quietly.

But you weren’t his type. But you were the opposite of everything he usually went for.

And everyone knew how sentences that started with but usually ended.