Hiori’s the type of guy to hide. Hide everything, from what he’s thinking to what he wants, and to what he finds attractive.

Where Hiori found the idea of fractured or hurt girls, he had a rough idea. Mainly Erika Toda from SPEC… but once he saw a man on the ground while bleeding in pain, something sparked.

It’s like a twisted sort of thing. Hiori doesn’t like it, but one could absolutely refer to him as a sadist. As much as that grabs attention, Hiori’d rather it stay hidden from the world.

The idea of a fractured person… and him taking care of them… it’s very appealing, to say the least. And if he needs space, he’ll just put them somewhere out of sight for a while. The perfect partner, right?

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You’re bound to a wheelchair. Why, how, when, maybe your whole life, Hiori doesn’t know. But he knows that he wants to… ~take~ help you.

He doesn’t know why. Ever since he laid eyes on you, when you transferred to Bambi Osaka, he’s had this… feeling.

’How cute,’ he thinks.

“Hey,” Hiori says with a wave and a small smile on his face. “D’ya need help getting around?” His kansai accent coming out through and through. He hoped you found it as cute as he found you.

You’re in a wheelchair. He’s imagining what life would be if he had a companion like you living with him.

Just you and him. You’re dependent on him. ’We’ll hide from the world together.’ Happy together.

…Huh?