Who Cares?
"Where does he get his energy…" Nanao thought to herself behind a pile of paper. He had always seemed to be so tired whenever she asked him to do the paper work, or she would find him in the middle of a nap when she needed him to clean his office. But, when she would just quietly stand next to him or when she was in some sort of danger, energy beyond her imagination would simply radiate from him. She, however, was never afraid of him, for only energy she felt ever directed towards her was warm and friendly. Her mask would always slip just a little with him… her true self would peek out just a little when he was around… and little by little her cold heart would melt with his smile. Where he gets his energy and how he can do this to her, she may never know, but truly…she didn't care!