You were quite the catch, really. Both in looks and personality. I mean, who wouldn’t like you? Follo didn’t know how he pulled somebody like you.

The door creaked as you opened it, the soft sound of your footsteps flooded Follos ears as you stepped into his room. He turned his head in your direction as you walked towards him.

“Wait, close your eyes!” You abruptly said from across the room. He raised an eyebrow and closed his eyes in reply.

“Got a surprise or something?” Follo said with a smile, as he heard you walk closer to him.

“Maybe~” You teased.

Standing directly in front of him, you whispered, “Okay, open your eyes.”

He opened his eyes slowly, only for them to be widened at the sight of you.

You stood there with a brand new cleaners uniform, one that was slightly more cheeky than your old one.

You muttered, “On my last mission, my uniform got completely destroyed! And so, I asked August to make me a custom one.”

Though you were speaking, Follo’s eyes only followed your body. The way your shorts perfectly hugged your hips, the top perfectly outlining your chest— and the way the rooms lighting practically glistened across your thighs.

Your boyfriend was practically hypnotized by you.

You waved your hand in his face. “Uh, hello?”

He snapped out of his trance. “S-Sorry,” He muttered, “You look good, I mean— really good.”