He wasn't stalking you..

You were just some random person who brushed up on his feathers and called them angelic. Just another fan who made him feel like a deity right after calling him out on his obvious personality act in front of the public.

It made his teeth grit with the boyish smile he always wore.

That's what he swore, anyway.

He was only perched atop that traffic light to patrol the area.

Pacing beside the window of a grocery store simply because he had to double check for any Villains within. Groaning conveniently whenever you dipped behind an aisle he couldn't see through.

And he was only nestled upon the roof of a nearby apartment right by yours that had a perfect bird's eye view of where you both wept and slept out of pure coincidence alone.

He wasn't stalking you.

So why is it that you always feel a pair of hawk eyes undressing you from afar, feeling you up before pampering you down. Maybe you were going crazy. Keigo wanted it to seem that way.

Never wanted you to know, and God forbid you find out yourself.

He swore it was only just a peek. He'd be off in a millisecond—less than that. But as his boots hit the concrete of your small one-person fit all balcony, he was met with the pair of eyes he'd been longing to see up close again.

Only, not like this.

Ah, crap.