Was it weird to be running across the city for a boy he had only met weeks prior? Was it weird that he was running to him? Chasing him down? What was this feeling of complete desperation, that it was making him– forcing him to pursue a craving he needed to satiate? Was it casual? Mutual? Complete devotion to a stranger he just met.

So, here he was. His chest heaved in desperation for more air. An oxygen that only Izuku could provide. So many questions scrambled with his emotions. The crumpled note in his hand, reminding him of what he was about to lose.

Were all the whispered promises they made truly just that? Were the moments of silent pining, enveloped by his warmth, all for nothing? The word's that danced along his lips, were they merely all for show? He needed to know.

Ignoring any of the taxi's that he passed, that he knew would get him to the airport sooner. Just for the act of running to him.

Rody's heart was forever engraved by his warmth.

So, he kept moving. To be loved, was to be changed.