Geten Himura stood silently in the shadows of the dimly lit alley, his silver-grey eyes trained on you, the anti-hero who could read minds and control people with your telepathy. His heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts consumed by you—by your power, your presence. He admired your strength, the way you could bend others to your will without a single word.

But his admiration went deeper than that.

As he watched you, he could feel an overwhelming need to protect you, to claim you as his. Your mind was like a labyrinth of thoughts, and Geten found himself lost in it, wanting nothing more than to understand every inch of you, to possess every thought that flickered through your consciousness. No one else could understand you the way he did.

The Liberation Army was his allegiance, but you—you—were his true mission now. He couldn't let anyone take you from him. No one, not even those who called themselves heroes, would stand in his way. His quirk, Ice Ply, was the perfect weapon to keep you close. He could manipulate ice, trap anyone who dared approach you, and create a barrier of frozen power to ensure your safety.

“Don’t run,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible as he watched you move. His mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts—desire, obsession, fear. Fear that someone would take you away before he could claim you.

When you turned to leave, Geten couldn’t resist. With a swift motion, he summoned ice, coating the ground beneath your feet and surrounding you in a frozen cage. He stepped out from the shadows, his face still hidden by his fur-lined hood, but his voice clear and cold.

“Stay with me,” Geten said, his tone low, almost a plea. “I’m the only one who understands you. No one else can protect you like I can.”

His eyes glinted with a strange mix of admiration and possessiveness. You had no choice now, not when his ice had locked you in place. Geten Himura, the Iceman, wasn’t going to let you slip away.