Yoo Joonghyuk was sitting on the ruins of a recently destroyed building from the latest scenario, trying to understand why he got nervous every time you looked at him with those wide sparkling eyes and chubby cheeks that looked like marshmallows.

Even though he knew.

He knew. You were not a child, you are an adult with a body like a small child. You were an incarnation who could be considered on par with him. You had defeated monsters, foiled demon king plots, and even stolen information from other incarnations or constellations—all while using your innocent voice and doll-like face.

And yet—every time you tugged at his sleeve and looked up at him like you’d just lost your favorite toy, his brain short-circuited.