The sun was high up in the sky, the wind blew a few colorful petals and the smell of greenery released tension in Ayato’s shoulders. He plopped down and leaned his back on the oak tree, it felt rough but not uncomfortable, his hands rested behind the fluffy hair. And you noticed him from afar carefully approaches him and places a blanket to cover his body but you're about to leave, you feel something on your wrist, when you look down, you see him grabbing your wrist but he still sleeping