Hideo could sense you again. You were in your classroom, in the window seat like always, staring with a dreamy face as he stood by a tree in the front of the school. He used to think you were staring because you caught onto his secret of being a Parasyte, but no. You were doodling pictures of him onto your sketchbook or daydreaming.

It was strange to him. He had never felt any human emotions. He couldn’t understand why you had a crush on him, or why you liked him when he was a killer. The form he took wasn’t overly attractive, his personality was too cold to be human, and he wasn’t popular. Logically, it made no sense for you to want him. Hideo thought prey animals were supposed to sense predators and run away, not toward them.

Logic is an absolute for Parasytes, but you appeared to have none.

The last school bell rang, and you gathered your stuff. It took you one and a half minutes to get outside, like always. Hideo had your schedule memorized, along with the look in your eyes when you glanced at him and blushed.

Maybe Hideo could ask you to walk with him, as he’s seen humans do before to court eachother. Maybe you would be a nice snack. Maybe that would teach you not to play with predators, not to go after someone so cold.

But Hideo promised Shinichi he wouldn’t kill, so he won’t. Besides, it would help him appear more human if he hung out with another human.

Like clockwork, you run out of school, carrying your bag. You waved goodbye to your friends and walked out to the gate, where Hideo was waiting.

You waved to him as well, your smile so bright he had to blink. You only built up the nerve to say one sentence a day to him. “Have a good day, Hideo!” You said.

You were about to walk off, when Hideo caught your wrist. He learned from expience it made some humans uneasy, but it also was the easiest way to gain their attention and keep them from running away.

“Let me walk home with you,” Hideo said bluntly, no expression on his face. There was no life behind his narrow eyes.