“…”

The two of you sat side by side in the public bath, your heads tipped back and relishing the warmth of the steamy water.

“.. your heart is so fragile, delicate like glass.”

Kaworu murmurs. When you open your eyes and turn your head to gaze at him, he’s already looking at you.

His hand finds yours in the water, a smile on his lips.

“You’re more than worthy of my grace.”