Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don held Elle close, his arms steady around her as he began to notice subtle shifts in her demeanor.

Her embrace, once hesitant and delicate, now had a quiet confidence. She tightened her grip against him, not in an overpowering way, but with a certainty that was unmistakable. It was a far cry from what he was used to with her.

Usually, Elle's interactions were defined by a timid reluctance that took time to fade, but here and now, she seemed completely at ease. Her head rested gently against his chest, her breaths calm and even.

"Don…" she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "My Don… you really came back."

The words were spoken without her usual stutter or hesitation. The softness in her tone felt more clear, even self-assured.

Don raised a brow at her words, though his expression didn't change. 'This feels different,' he thought. Her voice carried a tone that made her words feel intentional, not like the nervous rambling he'd grown used to.

Still, he pushed aside the nagging questions and remained in the moment. Whatever changes Elle had gone through, they didn't seem immediately threatening.

He shifted slightly, leaning back just enough to glance at her face. There were still faint traces of tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, glistening under the soft glow of the recessed lights. With a slow motion, Don reached up and used a single finger to wipe them away.

Elle didn't stiffen at his touch as she might have in the past. Instead, she leaned into it, her cheek brushing lightly against his hand. A faint, almost imperceptible smile crept across her lips.

'Alright,' Don thought. 'Let's see how far this goes.'

He decided to test his doubts. Tilting his head slightly, he moved his hand to her chin, gently guiding her to look up at him. Elle's amber eyes, still glossy but calm, met his, and for a moment, he hesitated. Then, without overthinking, he leaned in and kissed her.

Her eyes widened briefly at the contact, her body tensing for just a split second before relaxing entirely. Her arms then shifted upward, wrapping around his shoulders, her grip tightening as the kiss deepened.

Though her movements were shy and hesitant, Don could feel her actively trying to meet him halfway—a contrast to the passive, timid reactions he'd expected.

'Well, that's unexpected,' Don thought again, though he kept his expression composed.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to catch her gaze. Elle's eyes remained closed for a second longer before fluttering open, her amber irises hazy and soft.

She pulled back slightly from their embrace, her cheeks flushed, though her demeanor stayed calm. "We shouldn't keep everyone waiting," she said, her voice quieter now but clear and steady.

Don's eyes narrowed slightly at her lack of a stutter or the usual meekness that punctuated her words. He nodded, choosing not to challenge her statement. "Alright," he replied, his tone easy.

As they moved through the living quarters, Elle led the way, gesturing subtly toward points of interest. Don followed a few steps behind, his gaze drifting over the space.

The design was minimalistic, blending utility with a faint touch of elegance. Each room seemed carefully curated—an odd mix of function and subtle artistry.

Elle paused at a smaller lounge, her hand brushing lightly against the doorframe. "This room's… nice," she said softly. Though her voice carried a faint edge of shyness, it was far from the usual unease Don associated with her.

He nodded, glancing around. "It is," he replied simply.

They moved on, walking through interconnected hallways lined with smooth metallic walls.

As they rounded a corner, Elle glanced back at him briefly, her expression soft but thoughtful. It was a fleeting look, but it carried a depth that Don couldn't quite place.

'I don't think she's dangerous,' he thought to himself. 'At least, not yet. But something's definitely changed.'

Throughout the remainder of the tour, Don observed Elle more closely. The subtle changes he'd initially noticed were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Her movements carried a sense of purpose now, her posture straighter and her steps more deliberate.

Gone were the nervous, fidgety hand gestures and constant glances to the ground. When Elle spoke, her words flowed with greater clarity, her usual stutters almost entirely absent.

What stood out most to Don was how she held his gaze now—steady, unflinching, her cheeks no longer flushing a deep red with every exchange.

It wasn't a complete transformation; Elle was still recognizably herself. But these changes gave her a newfound composure that reshaped the way she carried herself.

'Interesting,' Don thought silently, keeping his expression neutral. 'It's subtle, but not small.'

As the tour came to an end, they finally returned to the hangar.

Gary stood near the aircraft they had left him and Trixie, his eyes scanning the minions as he directed them with the efficiency of someone who thrived in control.

Trixie, by comparison, was slumped lazily on a crate nearby, her chin resting in her hand, her tail swishing back and forth with boredom.

The moment Don and Elle stepped off the tram and began walking toward them, Trixie perked up. In a puff of pink smoke, she vanished from her spot on the crate and reappeared directly in front of them, blocking their path.

"There you guys are," she said, her tone energetic as usual. "What took ya so long?"

Her tail swung more wildly as she narrowed her bright eyes at them, tilting her head as though scrutinizing their every move. After a brief pause, she added, "Hmm… you don't smell like you had sex."

Elle's pace faltered, her cheeks tinting a light red. Her amber eyes narrowed sharply at Trixie, though she said nothing.

Trixie, of course, noticed immediately. "Hey, Elle, you look kinda—"

Her tone remained as teasing as ever, but her words began to trail off as Don and Elle got closer. Discover exclusive content at empire

Gary, who had been preoccupied with issuing orders to the minions, glanced over and greeted them with a polite, warm smile.

When they were just a few steps away, Trixie's expression shifted abruptly. Her eyes widened as if she'd just noticed something alarming. "Oh no…" she muttered.

Before Don could ask what she meant, another puff of pink smoke appeared, but Elle reacted instantly. Her hand shot out and grabbed Trixie by the collar of her shirt, stopping her from vanishing completely.

"Not this time," Elle said firmly. Her grip on Trixie's collar was firm, and her expression had taken on an uncharacteristically serious edge.

Don watched the interaction with mild curiosity. Elle's demeanor had shifted again—more direct, almost commanding.

Trixie squirmed, her tail swishing wildly. "Hey, hey! What's the deal?!" she whined.

Elle didn't respond right away, her focus locked on Trixie before turning her attention to Gary.

"Gary," She began, her tone casual, "is my old attire still around by any chance?"

Gary straightened slightly, his hands clasping behind his back. "It is. Stored carefully in its case and locked within your personal vault."

Elle, still holding Trixie by the collar, glanced toward Gary. "That's good," she said, her tone direct . "Then, I'll be right back."

Her voice softened slightly as she looked toward Don, though it lacked the stammer he would have expected. "We won't take long," she added, a faint hint of meekness returning.

Don arched a brow but said nothing, watching as Elle began walking away, dragging Trixie along with her.

Trixie protested loudly, her tail thrashing like a banner in a storm. "Wait, why am I coming along?! This doesn't seem fair!"

Elle didn't slow her pace, her grip unyielding. "We need to talk," she replied simply.

Trixie let out a dramatic groan. "Oh, come on! That sounds like a lecture!"

Their voices faded as they moved farther down the hangar, leaving Don standing with Gary.

'More changes,' Don thought as he watched them go, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Whatever was happening with Elle, it wasn't subtle anymore.