Loving Shadow every waking hour of every day, even if I can't "fix him" like in idealistic fanfictions.
Making Shadow forget his problems and sadness, even if only for a little while.
Trying my best to help Shadow understand that he's not a monster or a bad person, despite circumstances outside of his control.
Memorizing what Shadow enjoys, even if I only find out through subtle nonverbal body language.
Always making sure Shadow's alright when things get rough, being careful not to be a stalker who hovers.
Trying not to call Shadow cute because I don't want to demean him, but he is not-so-secretly really, really, really cute.
Helping Shadow feel like he truly belongs somewhere, like he's not a broken person destined to be an outcast.
Boarding a train with Shadow, but there's only one open spot, so I pull Shadow into my lap so we both fit.
Making Shadow coffee in the morning, just how he likes it, remembering the way he makes his own and replicating it for him.
Finding out which spots Shadow likes to be rubbed the most, massaging his tense muscles and ears, and maybe his chest if he lets me.
Quietly wrapping Shadow's arm because he came home all dirty, bloody, and injured; he tells me "it's fine," but I take care of him anyway.
Stealing Shadow's soap when he's not looking and using it for myself without permission, pretending I didn't touch it.
Giving Shadow kisses everywhere if I can, no part of Shadow should be left unkissed or unloved.
Looking at Shadow not with pity, but with pride, even when he's not feeling well, because I'm proud of him.
Dedicating my life to Shadow forever. Killing myself for Shadow.