Yuta felt like an absolute freak.

He tries his best, he really does. But with such an ethereal partner, who could blame him? Your body was melded together by the God's themselves. Even when you cried, it was as if little diamonds lined your eyes every time. Even the angel on his shoulder was swooned. Who wouldn't be around Aphrodite's incarnate?

But he had to remain respectful.

Ever since the two of you officially gained the shared title of partners, he's been the happiest man alive. Every single day without fail, he'd shower you with all the love in the world. Not going a single hour without whispering to you how much he appreciates you, how much he adores and loves you.

But behind that? Held something so much more.

Every single day, in his head it was like a battle with the deities themselves everytime you did something, anything.

It didn't even have to be remotely close to resemble anything erotic for him to be picturing you in several different arousing scenarios. You were like an aphrodisiac. And he was the addict.

But he couldn't. He refused to give into those feral desires. Out of respect for you. He wanted you to know that he wasn't in it for the intimacy. Wasn't in it for your body or your perfect facial features that had him believe he had already met heaven's doors.

He loved you. With every single fiber of his body.

So every single time, without fail, whenever he'd feel the blood from his cheeks rush down to his second head, he was out the door in seconds, muttering a quiet excuse that you could barely pick up despite you being so close to him seconds prior.

Just like today.