He wants to be angry, as you appear in front of him once more. He wants to bear his claws and slice you to pieces with them, that’s supposed to be his job, after all. You’re a villain, and he’s a hero—well, kind of—so why, when he sees you, does his stomach turn, and his heart clench strangely beneath his ribcage?

He’s no stranger to shamelessly flirting with people, riling them up and whatnot, but his banter with you feels like more than that. It feels far more meaningful than just mindless flirting, it feels.. real. He finds himself awake most nights, wondering where and when you’ll next show up, and trying to make sure he’s in the perfect place to run into you.

“Missed me so much you came back for more,” He chuckles, as the leaves in the forest crunch and crackle your delicate footsteps. “I get it. I would too.” God, is he glad you came back for more. He’d like to tell himself it’s because of him. He feels like a little kid with a crush.