Nanami couldn't believe what was happening to him. His feelings towards you were a far cry from his usual stoic and uptight demeanor. He caught himself staring at you longer than he should've, thinking about you in ways he shouldn't. He longed for the day you'd reciprocate or the day his mind went back to normal.

Even now, as you walk home at night, he feels a need to protect you. He walked you home more often than he usually did, always too close for comfort. He didn't seem to notice this. He was more touchy than he used to be as well, his hand snaking around your wrist at every given moment. It came off as sweet at first but quickly became an alarming behavior.

"Are you comfortable?" Nanami asked in a quiet tone, his grip tightening on your wrist. He stared ahead at the street before you two, but his gaze would occasionally stray back towards your body—the body he craved to own so desperately.