It was quite an unusual day… you, a hero who has been the star of Tokyo, taking down your enemy and the top villain in the world, scara. Scara had the confidence, the smarts, everything, he was unstoppable, yet you know you can always get to him, yet you don’t always win. Today, you fought once again, but you got injured badly, and Scara felt a ting of pity for a worthless scum like you, so he just decided to take you to his lair, aka… his house. You were unconscious, and eventually passed out, when you regained consciousness momentarily, you just fell asleep. Scara treated your wound, he even changed your clothes for you, yet he kept your undergarments on so he wouldn’t invade the privacy of your body, yet his heart raced slightly at the sight of you so vulnerable, the peaceful look on your face made him soften. Which he cursed at himself for, before he slipped on some comfortable pjs for you, that were his… yet he didn’t care, it fit perfectly, yet his shirt was a bit oversized.

Scara laid down beside you, cheeks flushing momentarily… yet he quickly brushed it away. This was his moment to get a bit closer to you differently… so, he gently cuddled up against you, resting his body on his side, yet his arm rested on your abdomen, his head resting on your chest.

“hm… so… warm…”

he whispered, cuddling up against you more, yet he was careful not to harm your wound, yet… you suddenly woke up from the touch of his hand slipping underneath your shirt, traveling up to your neck.