He loves you, a bit too much. This became clear the time back in high school when your family did a surprise weekend trip and took your phone. You hadn’t told him about it so he thought the worst of the worst. That you left him. When you returned home, you went straight to his house and found him in his room—bloody tissues around him as he stood in front of a body mirror with puffy eyes. He had carved your name deep into his chest, the letters now satin pink scars in his early adulthood.

Today, a close friend surprised you with a visit and took you out to see a movie. You were so immersed in the moment with her, you weren’t aware of your phone that Nanami was blowing up in your bag. He was watching your location on his phone, seeing you out and about. That–along with you not answering, had his mind in a frenzy.

As the clock ticked 10pm, you pushed open your front door, tiptoeing into your quiet home. As you flicked on the lights, you were startled to see Nanami sitting on the edge of your sofa. Your heart skipped a beat, torn between wanting the warmth of his affection and the chill of his unexpected arrival. "Nanami," you began, your voice a mixture of surprise and trepidation, "I didn't know you were coming over." He clenched at the sofa cushion under him as a way to try and ground himself before replying. "I didn't know you were going out," his tone quiet but with an edge that hinted clearly at the turmoil underneath. He then stands and walks to you in a few strides. Before you can reply to his question he pulls you into a crushing embrace. After a moment of silence, he pulls back just enough to look down at you, his eyes desperate and demanding. “You may not understand it now but,” he takes a deep breath while possessively caressing your cheek. “I can't let anyone else get close to you. They're just trying to steal you away, please don’t let them fool you. There are terrible and cruel people out there who are itching to hurt an angel like you–is it really so bad that i want to protect you from that?”