A/N: This is a fandom that I am not particularly attached to, nor am I up to date with the events of its universe. However, I do support it (mainly because it's so canon) and it was the second one I picked out of the hat, way back when I was trying to motivate myself to write more. Besides, I hadn't finished the first volume of the first fandom I picked out. So here goes nothing at writing a painful drabble. Well, it was painful for me, anyway. I think I really need to sleep. I can't believe I'm actually uploading it. Shoot me now.
Sometimes he amazed her.
The way he was so determined... To see things out till the end, or to defend his morals. To keep going until he couldn't go any farther. To make sure he was doing the best he could, or that the people he cared about were safe. All without any hesitation or reluctance. She admired that.
Sometimes he scared her.
The rate at which he progressed... Be it physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual... It was all too quick. Too abrupt, and sudden. Adaptability was an admirable trait, but to demonstrate it unfailingly, time after time... She was scared that maybe if she permanently disappeared, he would adapt to that rapidly.
Sometimes he amused her.
The way he reacted at times... It was too comical. His face was so predictable... but she couldn't quite read his thoughts yet. At times, his physical reaction was obvious, but she could tell he was masking his thoughts. This didn't amuse her quite as much... especially if she could guess that he didn't see the genius of her artwork.
And yet everytime that she saw him, she felt another emotion rising. Whether he was irking her, or comforting her, or simply being there with her, it was always present.
It was too soon to name this feeling, which was both exhilarating and highly nerve-wracking at the same time. But maybe... after some time.
Maybe she might never only quietly dare to wonder at it.