LOVE ME TENDER [t. keigo]

3.7

He felt cold.

It was sudden and gone just as he noticed it. Nothing more than a little shiver, but something told him it meant something. Maybe you were in danger... would it be bad to go check up on you real quick?

He sighed, slapping a hand over his face as he kept moving forward, stepping out of the building and making his way towards the exit. After his meeting with you... he didn't know what to think. He felt anxious; like he needed to be by your side at all costs to make sure that you were safe. It was starting to become obsessive as he kept finding himself on his way towards your room, stopping himself short as he realized where he was heading. Your voice was engrained in his mind. Your cries echoed in his head; kept him awake at night as his hellish dreams imagined all the reasons why you would be so hurt. So afraid.

He was heading towards the city, now, as he flied high enough that he wouldn't be seen by bystanders. It was time for a quick check-in, and, although he would be headed to the Hero Commission offices, he wouldn't be chatting much. He couldn't. The villains were starting to grow more weary of his actions, so they had planted "monitoring" chips throughout his wings. He would not be giving any hints in this trip; he would simply be conducting his usual reports on villain activity and leave it at that. It would be quick; as normal as he could make it.

Finally arriving at his stop, he let himself float down onto the rooftop. He stretched himself out, knowing he would have to pull in his wings once he entered the small office area; if he made a mess in that office area, he would personally see fit to punish himself.

He shivered again. That word had lost all literal meaning to him, giving it a darkness that only served to haunt him. He wasn't one to get easily scared or anything... but the reality of it, the clear fact that this had occurred to you, was what sent him into a frenzy. This isn't a story from a coworker or an experience on the job that he could simply forget; this was right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He repeated your name in his head as he smiled and waved at some of the people in the offices, keeping up his friendly persona as he weaved his way through everyone and stepped in to the classified files storage. His plan was to look for you here, and see if there's any more information he could find out to benefit his search.

When he first heard your name he could have sworn he had heard of it somewhere. It was at the tip of his tongue, and yet, as he searched through the first letter of your name, he couldn't find it. Was that really your name...? Or, could it be, that your case has been inactive for long enough that you aren't on record anymore? Would he have to go to the police..?

He groaned, feeling a grudge over the idea of having to head over there and explain himself, but... if he wanted to know more about you, he had no choice. He went back on to the rooftop, flying over the tall buildings. He had a deep conflict in him; a push and pull of emotions going through him that only made him want to fly faster. And yes, they were about you.

His current issue: who are you to him? Are you a victim needing to be saved? A villain he wants to turn? Or another person in his arsenal of information on the League— No, the Paranormal Liberation Front. He felt more of a sense of care towards you; a nurture instinct that made him want to hold you close, and make you feel loved. It ate away at him, and pushed itself out in your moments of distress; giving him reassurance and peace of mind. Was that him caring? Or was that him wanting to shut you up so he could get you to talk? He kept going in a frustrating circle, feeling his head about to explode from the lack of closure. It wasn't like he never felt this need to nurture before; he felt it with Twice, when he let him in on some of his life, but it was never as strong as it was with you. Could it be the guilt? Or is it the sense of... belonging, he felt, when you looked at him.