you craved human touch. Obsessing over the smooth skin, warm to the touch as blood pumps through it. Your skin was cold. You weren't human, that's why, but you wore a human disguise. A man invited you into his league thinking your horns were appart of your quirk. You went along with it. He was your saviour. Your king. You craved his touch. You obsessed over him, but..he wasn't the type of person to give out free hugs. He loathed touch. He doesn't even acknowledge you, But you'll get your way.