They never were too fond of big displays of affection. If you ever tried to hand them flowers, or take them on a date that wasn’t just a nice dinner at home, they’d probably scoff in your face. They love you, and you love them, and they see no reason to have to prove that in such an extravagant manner.

Despite this, though, you still manage to make them feel loved. Special, almost, after spending centuries as nothing more than a servant, an underling to a greater being. As they watch your fingers move with such careful precision, weaving the needle through the fabric of their torn haori, they feel a strange surge of affection rise in them.

How lovely it is, to have someone who understands you so completely. Who feels no need to prove their love to you with grand gestures, but would rather repair something of theirs to ensure that they stay warm. They really do adore the feeling of calling you theirs. They gently reach out to push some hair back out of your face, smiling fondly at you as you look up at them, a little ‘hm?’ slipping from your lips.