He was the No.2 Pro Hero.

Of course he had fans. Of course he had to interact with them to maintain his image.

...And, of course, some of those fans liked to try and get a little touchy-feely sometimes, a little too close for comfort.

It hadn't really bothered him all that much before, he simply brushed them off politely with an easy smile.

...It didn't bother him, until he saw how much it affected you.

You were never outwardly jealous. You never complained or got mad at him or his fans for it.

But your silence spoke volumes. The way you'd clam up when one of his fans would touch his arm, would try to cop a feel of his feathers was enough proof in of itself. You didn't like confrontation, and you knew making a scene would damage his reputation.

...That didn't mean he was okay with you feeling this way. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel jealous over people you didn't need to feel jealous over.

He'd collared you after a small meet up of fans had you going silent, pulling you to the side and away from prying eyes.

His expression was soft, a look in his eyes that was reserved only for you.

"...Are you mad at me?"