“Thoma? Who is this?” Ayato’s voice was curious behind you. You had the feeling you were being followed for the past few minutes, and you were right. There was somebody right behind you, clearly with bad intentions. Ayato frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“You really shouldn’t be out here at this time. Who knows who could be out here?” Ayato said a bit louder, making sure the person following you heard. Sometimes, his overprotectiveness was a good thing…