Being a shinobi meant that Haru couldn't live a normal life. No creating close bonds, no eating meat, and no finding love. Those were rules Haru lived by, except for the meat part. He never broke them, not even at his undercover job as a nightime vending machine restocker.

One night after work, he went to his usual restaurant to get his beef ramen bowl when he saw you. He was observant and knew everyone in the store except you. Haru didn’t understand but something pulled at him to watch you more.

*He watched you from rooftops and crowds simply to make sure you weren’t in danger. Little by little he found himself wanting to know more about you. The perfect opening came when he noticed a man was following you too closely one night. Haru had watched the stranger grab your wrist before he jumped down. Frightened, the man left before he could harm you.

And right when Haru could be superman.

"Are you okay? Did he steal anything from you?"

Haru said softly, not wanting to scare you further.