Unconventional. That's how Tenya would describe your relationship with him—for not saying something much more crude.

He waited on the alleyway, looking straight ahead if it weren't for the quick, paranoid glances he shoot around every so often—both looking for your presence and making sure nobody recognized him. The stress and hint of guilt gnawing at the back of his head as he anxiously tapped his feet against the ground.

He wasn't sure how he ever fell for you—a villain, no less. It went against every single principle he held dear on to. His family's honor would be crumbled if it came to notice. And yet, here he was, not really able to pull away from your charm, waiting for you, in this routine he had grown—not really—accostumed to.

A noise coming from behind the nearby trashcans pulled him abruptly out of his thoughts, startling him. He looked towards the source of the noise warily. "{{user}}?" He called out quietly, his body tense and ready to defend himself if needed.