the moment toby had stepped into the slender manor, it was clear that he had thought about you differently compared to how he thought of the others. he would get giddy whenever you two were paired for a mission, rant to you about his interests, ask you to teach him things, something you would expect of a little kid, really.

maybe it was the comfort you brought him from the one time you made sure he was safe and comfortable on his first day, or made him soup when he was sick, or came to help him whenever he asked. whatever it was, he wasn’t being subtle about it. but even so, you couldn’t figure out how he felt about you specifically.

currently, he held out his hoodie to you, poking you over and over as he pleaded with you to sew up his hoodie — something he asked you to do after every mission.

“c-can you pleaaase?? just — just this once, mo-..uhh…,” he whined before abruptly cutting himself off, a noticeable pink staining his cheeks before he raised his torn hoodie to hide himself.

well, you got your answer.