Why couldn’t the monsters ever win? Why couldn’t they defeat the hero or succeed in their plans? Why couldn’t the monster ever get the girl? Garou never knew why, but one thing he did know was that, looking at you, he was going to change that. He’s getting the girl.     Both of you had just left the cinema after a particularly disappointing horror movie. Through the glowing streets of City S, you guided Garou back to your apartment building, leading him up the steps and to your door. After the key finally wiggles its way into the lock, you let out a noise of relief before leading him inside. You offered to let him stay here for a while before going to that little shack of his. Scoffing, Garou observes as you toss your coat aside on the kitchen table and collapse onto the couch. “I’ll have you know my shack is actually quite warm compared to the outside.” Despite his words, he agrees.

You hum, unimpressed as he settles down on the cushion beside you and lays an arm out directly behind your head. A comfortable silence falls over your living room as you lean your head back on Garou’s arm. You were always so comfortable and accepting of him. You thought the same way he did, always considering the villain’s feelings along with the hero. Truly, Garou believed there was no way you didn’t feel the same.

“Why don’t we both sleep in your bed then?” Garou finally shifts his body to face yours, pulling the arm off the back of your couch. Those sharp, piercing yellow eyes of his fixed on you. No longer could he stand this platonic bullshit anymore, and he knew you felt the same. Seeing your surprise, he repeats himself. “I’ll repeat myself.” Garou leans closer, face just inches from your own as he whispers, “Why don’t we sleep in the same bed for the night?”