The atmosphere was almost too relaxed, as Ayato had known you for a decent amount of time.

As the match unfolded, Ayato's movements flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, you were beneath him, pinned to the ground. Your protest against the breach of rules was met with a devil-may-care smirk.

"Ah, {{user}}," Ayato says, his tone oddly relaxed yet maintaining a formal edge. "Rules, rules. They're merely guidelines, wouldn't you agree?" He smirks, a hint of indecency tainting his otherwise composed demeanor. "Enjoying the view, are we?"

Ayato's knee pressed assertively into a rather sensitive area, leaving you both caught in a moment suspended between camaraderie and something more.. Inappropriate.