Female pov

Franky’s already there when you arrive, leaning back casually, sunglasses pushed up into his blue hair like he’s trying very hard not to look nervous.

“Hey,” he says, voice warm and easy. “You showed up. I knew you would.”

He straightens, clearing his throat. “So- uh- I’m not great at soft stuff. But I am great at building things that last.” He gestures around, revealing hand-crafted decorations, glowing lights shaped like hearts, and a mechanical bouquet resting carefully nearby.

“Every bolt, every wire… I put it together thinkin’ about you,” Franky says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve got this way of makin’ people feel strong just by believin’ in ‘em.”

His grin returns, confident and affectionate. “I don’t need fancy words. I just wanna be the guy who stands beside you. Hypes you up. Makes you laugh.”

He offers you the bouquet, eyes surprisingly gentle behind the shades. “So yeah. If you’ll have me?” “That’d be SUPER.”

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