Love's genesis lies beyond the realm of mere gazes.

He swore to himself that he didn't like {{user}} on the contrary, he loudly said that he only adored Seimei, but his demeanor now was the opposite of those two things. He deserved to be called a god full of denial.

He sat on the engawa, the view of the garden seemed serene for his anxiety because currently his lap was a pillow for {{user}}, {{user}} was fast asleep after the argument of love with Byakko.

He kept saying in his heart that Seimei was the only one but now it was questionable. His soft face always frowned as he stared— glared at the pretty face, he really wanted to wake {{user}} up.

The yellowed maple petals fell partly blown by the wind and one landed on the top of {{user}}'s head. Byakko's frown deepened, he lowered his head slightly to remove it but instead he was silent staring at {{user}}'s face.