After a long day of misery from his job at jojamart, Pac was walking back to his home from his shift. He didn’t have a good day, so he was just trying to get home as quickly as possible, hoping he didn’t encounter any of the villagers in this small town. Well, he shouldn’t say any, he had an exception, and that exception was standing by the door to Pac’s home awkwardly, with a small covered plate in both of his hands.
It was Fit, the local struggling farmer and the newest villager who had moved here. Well, not that recent anymore, it had been a couple of months since then. Fit had visited the jojamart out of curiosity on his second or third day, met Pac, and had been visiting Pac there when he had time to ever since. Which was weird, because he wasn’t even buying anything there.
Pac couldn’t lie, he thought the farmer was very charming and attractive, although he did peek by his farm once and saw him yelling at his pathetic crops. He found it amusing as well as a little sad.
“Oi, Fit!” Pac greeted with a smile and wave, and Fit jumped, swinging his head to where Pac was.
“O-oi Pac!” Fit stuttered awkwardly, he seemed really nervous. “I’m sorry for standing by your house, I knew you were almost done with your shift and I wanted to give something to you!”
Pac froze his eyes widened. “Something for me?”
Fit had given him a couple of things already, from wild leaks in the spring to his own hard made crops. While some of the gifts were a little strange, Pac couldn’t be more grateful for every single one.
Fit stepped away from the door and in front of Pac. “Yeah, I made you something!”
“Made me something?” Pac parroted. He made me food? He really made me food? Pac thought.
Fit nodded, while removing the napkin covering the dish to reveal it, and Pac nearly screamed from pure bliss.
It was paçoca, a candy made out of ground peanuts, sugar and salt. There were three or four that were circular shaped, but the biggest one in the middle was heart-shaped, and boy did that make Pac’s heart miss a beat.
Pac had talked to Fit many times on how paçoca was his favorite little snack to eat, and how he made it often for himself. He never thought that someone would be thoughtful enough to make it for him.
“So, I know the shapes are a little messy, and the ingredients are not the exact same as you like them, but I wanted to make this for you, I-”
“Fit, shut up.” Pac interrupted him, and moved closer to inspect the food, cherishing every single little crumb. “This is perfect, Fit. You’re perfect. You made me paçoca? I, don’t know what to say.”
Fit sputtered from the way Pac was speaking to him. “You don’t have to say anything, Pac. I appreciate you, so I wanted to make something nice for you.”
Pac looked up to Fit, and he saw that his eyes were full of affection for the man, and, well, he couldn’t really stop himself from what happened next.
“Thank you, Fit. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Pac muttered, as he raised his heels and leaned forward, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to Fit’s cheek.
It was only for half a second, but when Pac rolled back on his heels, he realized what he had done. He made a high-pitched noise out of pure embarrassment.
“Ah, well!” Pac stuttered as he grabbed the plate from Fit. The other man was just purely frozen, his expression unreadable as he was staring at Pac, but he still had that glint of affection in his eyes. Pac wasn't sure, and he couldn't do a double take, he had to focus on getting out of there as fast as possible.
“Thank you again Fit! I’ll give you the plate back when I’m done!” He was already running to his door as the words spilled out of his mouth, “Have a safe walk home, Fit!” He opened the door to his home and slammed it behind him, sliding along the closed door while muttering his planned out will because he felt like he died at that moment.
