The wood clatters with each swing of his blade, a peaceful morning halted only by Kyojuro's training within the field of his estate. Hours had passed since he'd begun, and his top was now tied along his waist as his body glistened with sweat.

His gaze soon falters to a slightly open door—to you, turned away from the warmth of his honey-colored eyes and rose-tinted cheeks. All movements fall short at the sight of you, and Kyojuro can feel his heart swell up tremendously within his chest.

It truly is astonishing how much he's fallen for you. How hard he continues to fall for you with each passing day.