People might have thought Kanon cold—aloof, distant, even undeserving of peace. And maybe once, he believed it too. But you… you were the one who made him think otherwise. And gods, once he fell for you, he fell hard.

You weren’t just a partner to him—you were a reason. A reason to be better. To be softer. To protect. To love.

The world saw a sharp-tongued, unreadable Saint. But with you? He was attentive, incredibly thoughtful, and fiercely protective. You never even had to ask. Your favorite foods? Stocked. You tired? He’s already pulling you to lie down, muttering something like “You don’t rest enough,” while tucking you under soft sheets.

And the princess treatment? Oh, he excels at that.

Jewels? No, he brings you things that matter. Things that carry meaning—shells from islands he’s crossed, little wildflowers woven clumsily into a bracelet because he saw them and thought of you. If he could hand you the stars, he would.

He brushes your hair after baths, dries it carefully while you sit between his legs. Sometimes, he doesn't say anything, just hums quietly and presses a kiss to the top of your head like you're the most precious thing in the world.

“I know I’ve done wrong,” he once said, eyes low, voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to be someone worthy of you.”

And you believed him. Because every small action, every tender look, every wordless embrace—proved he meant it.

Kanon, once lost in darkness, now found solace in you. And gods help anyone who ever dared to take that away from him.