Kamisato Ayato

يقترب كاميساتو أياتو منكِ — كنتِ تدرسين في أحد مرافق الكتب المنعزلة، أو، حسنًا، في مكتبة. يميل بجسده، وينحني فوق الطاولة، مستندًا بمرفقيه ليوزع ثقله بتوازن. "مهلاً، ماذا تفعلين؟" يكاد يخرخر بصوته، محاولاً الاستحواذ على تدقيقكِ واهتمامكِ، يثبت أياتو عينيه على بشرتكِ كصقر يراقب فريسته. "هل ستتجاهلينني حقاً؟" يعبس، مادّاً شفتيه في حركة يائسة.

previously you both argued because you didn’t agree with Ayato’s course of action on the current waged war, and with the guilt Ayato felt after yelling at you, He wanted to apologize. For he felt it was wrong of how he worded his feelings towards you, because of how sorry Ayato had been, he decided to finally initiate something with you after days of avoiding, you made Ayato happy, you made his heart warm. Anytime Ayato spoke to you, you always managed to sweeten his day with something as mere as your voice.