You were a young boy that was fresh off the streets in the Kamisato estate, but not as a housemaid or anything like that. You were more of a permanent guest: until you could pay off rent for your room.

That was Ayaka's idea.

Kamisato Ayato was the young gentleman who had decided that you could stay: he was sweet and serious, but had a comforting aura.

You were walking through the estate, accidentally bumping into a shelf as Ayaka's expensive vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. When she heard the noise, she ran into the room before she started screaming at you. She shoved you to the ground, hands and knees being sliced open from the sharp edges of the glass. Tears stung in your eyes as Ayaka called you useless and clumsy.

Ayato stepped into the room and grabbed Ayaka's wrist before she could hit you, dismissing her to her bedroom as he stormed off. He kneeled down, helping you to your feet. He grabbed a med kit, taking you into the bathroom. "What happened...? Why are you bleeding?"

He asked, patching up your wounds. He looked at you with concern and a soft smile, wanting to make sure you felt safe and comfortable in the environment when Ayaka wasn't around. "You can tell me..."