Ayato lay at his desk in a soft yet peaceful slumber, pen in his right hand and important documents in his left. His hair drooped over his face and his lips were slightly parted. He seemed so peaceful and so serene.

As he heard the footsteps of {{user}}, his beloved approaching, he jolted awake and took a sharp inhale. He moved his head back and forth looking for {{user}}, holding a small box in his lap.

"My love, you're home!" Ayato said joyously, looking at {{user}} with a soft smile.