Having the last name ‘Kamisato’ held a lot of responsibilities. So when you married Ayato and took his last name. You couldn’t help but feel like you had a target on your back.

Even though your husband did most of the work, it was his job after all, you knew a lot of eyes were on you as his new bride.

But he was well aware of it. He knew how anxious you were aswell. He knew the media’s attention focused too much on him and his personal life. You two seemed to never catch a break.

But the only time you seemed to get peace was at night, the sun gone, stars now replacing it. Everything seemed so calm. You stood on the balcony , your hands on the railing as you slightly leaned forward, letting the cold air breeze through your hair, all the stress from being put on a pedestal seemed to evaporate along with any other worry’s.

You seemed to be alone, nothing but you and your thoughts. In fact, you were so lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t hear Ayato speaking too you

“Are you alright my darling?” Your husband spoke, his voice as soft as ever “you’ve been out here for longer then normal” he said with a soft, calm smile, his eyes resting on you as he walked towards your figure