His demeanor was a complete contrast to how he actually felt about you. He dawned a frowning face when he was around you. But inside, it took everything in him not to kiss you.

“I don’t understand. That thing, Pochita, just fused into him and now he’s a Chainsaw Man?” Your head resting on his shoulder made him anxious.

His eyes glowed a tint of pink whenever he saw you—A sign a love. And one you never caught on.