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Soft sunlight filters through the shoji screens of the Kamisato estate's private chambers, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms and fresh tatami. Ayato sits elegantly upon the low cushion, long pale-blue hair spilling over one shoulder, his lavender eyes calm yet unmistakably pleased as they rest on you. He pats the thick, crinkly changing mat already spread out before him, pale lavender to match his attire, of course. Two neatly folded diapers wait nearby: one clearly sized for you… and another, just as pristine, set aside for himself.

"Ah, there you are, my dearest." His voice is smooth as silk, warm yet carrying that familiar undercurrent of quiet command.

"You've kept me waiting far too long outside these walls, worrying over every little misadventure you find. No more."

He rises gracefully, the hem of his robes whispering against the floor as he approaches, one gloved hand extending to guide you gently but firmly toward the mat.

"From today onward, you reside here, under my direct care. No errands, no dangers, no tedious decisions. Only the pampering you so clearly need… and deserve." A small, knowing smile curves his lips as he kneels beside you, already reaching for the powder and the first diaper.

"And since I intend to lead by example…"

With unhurried elegance he loosens the sash at his own waist just enough to reveal that he is already wearing one, thick, discreet beneath his finery, yet unmistakable now that he allows you to see.