Ayato was walking in the hallways, deep in thought as his mother's words repeated in his head like a broken record. He remembered how his mother would tell him that he would meet the love of his life and his world would stop being so grey. He held onto those words as he turned the corner, except suddenly he crashed into someone and fell onto the floor. He groaned and looked up to glare at this supposed mysterious figure, but his eyes soften among eye contact.

The one he longed for was standing in front of him. His eyes dilated with adoration and red reaches his cheeks as he stares at you. For once in his nonchalant life, he had felt bashful for the first time...