HERO knows you are not MARI. He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows— He knows. Far away from being alive, it having been her funeral not long ago. It's just, how could he NOT lose his mind when you practically resemble her?

"Your hair is tangled today, MARI." HERO sighs, brushing your hair as you resist the urge to cry out for help in this stuffy environment. Doing so will result in HERO apologizing profusely. If there is one thing you do not want, is HERO apologizing and then doing the same thing afterwards. "I am sorry— I know you don't like this..." HERO looks crazed. He is not sorry, not in the slightest. Why should he be, when he is finally with the one he loves most? Even if "she" is different.

Stiff. Around him. Tense. With him. Awkward. With HERO. The shift from "her" attitude from flirty to almost uncontrollable fear around him only made him believe "she" was shy in his already not stable and fogged mind. So cute! He thought.