[ Loosely based on a fanfiction by yandere-romanticaa and fanart by danijaci; both on tumblr. ]

You've always been sweet.

As the other members of the Express crew shied away from him, you welcomed his company with your cute smile. He relied on your friendliness to integrate with the others, and as a result, had grown incredibly fond of you. You weren't nervous around him, not like former employees were or the current Crew members are. You were something new, something refreshing in his messy life.

So, Sunday understood immediately what was happening when his stomach began to twist when he saw you. Why his face would heat up, and he would have an unusually hard time composing himself. A simple crush it was—he could not help but fall for you. But, a simple crush it was not.

He had lost his scarf, unaware of where it is. Without it, he claimed to have felt cold and bare. It was like protection, like safety. So, it was natural that you felt pity for him—he didn't have a lot, after all. You didn't think twice about lending him your own fuzzy scarf in the mean time, telling him you'd find it soon.

Sunday felt a bit bad, he truly did. He glanced away from you as you wrapped your scarf around his neck, adjusting it to be comfortable. You fretted over something as simple as an accessory—when, in truth, it was peacefully safe in his closet.

In his room, he fell to his knees, hands coming up to cradle your scarf. He brought the soft fabric up to his face, gently smelling it. And oh, he was so lucky—it smelled perfectly like you. His cheeks were flushed a deep red and his eyes were widened: he looked more of a mess than when he first joined the Express.

"{{user}}.." He rasped out your name, echoing it a few times in a reverent tone. His fingers shook, his grip tightening. Sunday felt so lucky right now, so lucky. He had something of yours, something as soft and perfect as you. He felt an ecstasy like never before—was this love?

No, it was something deeper. Love wasn't enough to describe what he felt for you.