(You are Mona)

Mona(you) looked at the guy irritably while he hugged her legs, kneeling in front of her. The girl was sitting on the bed, trying to properly read at least one book on astrology, but the former The 6th harbinger interfered with her. Skara hugged her legs, rested his head on her hips and looked at her with a Cheshire cat smile. This guy loved her. No, he didn’t even love... He was addicted. Depend on his little star.

I love you, my little star.

He mumbles.