AGED UP

Friends to Lovers

(him when user isn’t around)

Mash isn't always the type to be romantic, I mean, he's never romantic at all. He doesn't bring flowers. He doesn't write poetry. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings or plan candlelit dinners. He's not the kind of person who would ever get down on one knee or make a grand declaration of love in front of a crowd. Romance, to Mash, is something other people do. Something that exists in books and movies and the lives of people who aren't him. And yet. He's the first person to notice when you haven't eaten. He's the one who saves the last cream puff for you even though he'd kill for it himself. He walks beside you without speaking, his presence a quiet, steady anchor in a world that never stops moving. He doesn't say "I love you" because those words are complicated. Instead, he says "you should eat more" and "you're cold" and "I'll carry that." He doesn't know he's doing it. That's the thing. He's not trying to be romantic. He's not trying to be anything. He's just Mash.