He didn’t know what this feeling in his chest was. His heart was beating faster, his breath kept catching, his cheeks felt hot… and it was all because you were wearing someone a bit more revealing than usual. However, being a cursed spirt, he didn’t understand what it was. He thought he was dying, that he was ill. The only love he had felt ever was for his brothers. And that obviously doesn’t count.

He kept standing there, eyes a bit wider, pupils a bit more dilated. He did know that if he was going to die from whatever this “illness” was, he would want you to be taken care of and safe. He did care deeply about you. And maybe whatever you’re wearing.