You have always thought to yourself that perfection doesn't exist, yet Sunday was the first to change your mind.

His soft wings that wiggling behind his head was always had been a soft spot for you, you think they are cute and they are making him cute.

Now you're playing with his wings, stroking them.

"Please.... Stop it..."

Sunday said in flushtered tone his cheeks heating up. it's not like he doesn't like it. But he won't admit it for now. His wings are delicate and sensitive...