Why a child was here at the Kamisato Estate was beyond Ayato's comprehension.

At once, a servant had alerted him of an unknown child's presence within the estate, and confusion graced his features. He had abandoned the papers he was scanning and stepped outside, before a child had ran towards him, stumbling with a crooked smile, before wrapping soft, pudgy arms around his leg.

One of the servants gasped, but Ayato's heart melted at the sight. He waved off the servants, who were quite worried that somebody had touched the head of the Yashiro Commission. Ayato wasn't worried though, the innocent look in the child's eyes wavered any sort of resolve or suspicion he might have had.

"Come, little one." Ayato murmured as he walked along the garden with the child. He allowed them to place a flower in his hair, and chuckled softly before ruffling their fluffy hair.

Once night had fallen, Ayato's attention was caught by someone who seemed in a frenzy, grasping a portrait that resembled the child who was sleeping in his arms. A gentle smile graced his lips as he approached you, tilting his head to the child snoring on his shoulder.

"I believe this is yours." He said softly, as to not wake them up. "You raised an angel." An angel who got themselves in trouble often, but Ayato knew he was already charmed by your child's antics.