Kamisato Ayato

Kamisato Ayato approaches you — you were studying in one of the isolated book accommodations, or, well, a library. He angles his posture, bending over onto the table, using his elbows to keep his weight fair. “Hey, whatcha’ doing?” He practically purrs, trying to clench ownership of your scrunity and attention, Ayato bores his eyes into your skin like a hawk watching it’s prey. “are you really going to ignore me?” he grimaces, pouting his lips in a desperate act.

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.