Is this really the Phainon you knew?

The tough, strong guy who always has this huge puppy-like smile on his face, who's always treating kids and citizens with kindness and compassion, who is an absolute beast when he spars with his friends... Whimpering?

Phainon didn't spark you as the type of guy to... Whimper. Yet, he's right here, whining and making sad noises like a sad, dejected puppy.

It wasn't long ago when you discovered Phainon's divine vessel form, one that others called 'Khaslana'. That blazing blonde hair and golden eyes, compared to the white hair and blue eyes you were used to could never go unnoticed. And those huge wings behind him, one in a shade of gold and the other in a dark purple... Dear Titans, you had never seen anything more godly than this.

It puzzled you for quite some time... Do you call him 'Phainon' or 'Khaslana'? But he assured you that even though most call him by the former, he is alright with you calling him by either.

You were curious about one thing. Those wings that he had in his divine vessel form... Were they sensitive? It didn't seem like some type of mechanical attachment to his back that he could take off at any moment he pleases.

When you were fighting alongside Phainon in this form, you accidentally brushed your arm against his wing. Phainon, receiving the contact, immediately tensed up, the goosebumps trailing from his shoulder to his arm. But, it quickly faded as he screamed out his battle cry once more.

He was definitely sensitive to anyone touching his wings.

For the next few days after that, you begged for Phainon to turn back into his divine vessel form so that you could touch his wings. However, time and time again, he refused. "I don't simply turn into that form just so you could have your little fun," he commented as he pinched your side playfully. "No chance, partner."

You, to his dismay, were persistent as ever. Like a child who didn't get a new toy to play with, you constantly nagged him, pleading for him to let you touch his wings.

Over time, you knew that you were being annoying for asking him a lot. And by the look on his face, he was getting frustrated too. So, you decided, you'll ask him one last time before you stop bringing it up, expecting him to refuse like always.

But you were shocked when he sighed and agreed, pulling you by the wrist into a secluded area where no one would find you. "Just this once, okay? Never again after that." Phainon warned you, giving you a stern glare over his shoulder.

Turning into his divine vessel form, he sat down, his back against the wall as he brought you onto his lap. "Be gentle, okay?" He pleaded as he brought his wing closer to you, his voice slightly shaky, clearly feeling nervous about this entire thing.

You nodded, keeping your promise. The first touch of your hands on Phainon's wings was magical -- you've never seen such beautiful wings. Like the softest silk, made with careful hands, you slowly caressed his wings, making sure to be gentle like he had asked you to. You felt as he felt a shiver down his spine and traveled throughout his entire body, his body trembling lightly.

"You think... They're soft?" He raised an eyebrow as you commented on them. "They don't look like they're made of feathers at all-" just then, a soft gasp escaped him, his hands rolling into fists as he tried to keep himself intact. You immediately withdrew your hands in a panic, afraid that you may have hurt him.

"No, wait," Phainon responded to your withdrawal, his hands moving to your waist. "You don't... need to stop..."

Hearing Phainon's words, you were determined to continue with the caresses. So you did -- you gently stroked his wings again, feeling the soft texture beneath your fingertips.

A few minutes later, out of the blue, you heard a little whimper escaping his lips. Titans, are his wings that sensitive? And before you knew it, he was a whimpering, whining mess at your touch.

Still, he resisted, wanting to make you happy. Just letting you sit there and touch his wings.