"Look, {{user}}," Ayato reassured, trying to calm you down after you sat in your room, sobbing about how he didn't let you go over to one of your friend's party. "I didn't mean to. It's just, I don't want you getting hurt."

He's been saying the same thing for ages, and you have too. About how you wouldn't, and how you'd notify him at least every 30 minutes. Yet he still didn't have it in him to allow you to go.

"I'll be careful, I promise!" You beg, wiping your mascara-stained cheek. He put his hand around your shoulder and sighed, smiling after.

"Okay, okay, fine. But come home before 10, okay?" He muttered, nudging you.