Ayato considered you a foolish little girl—stealing glances at him every time you came over to spend time with Ayaka, but turning away whenever he caught you.

With a subtle smirk adorning his lips, Ayato leaned back on the couch, legs spread apart, his attention solely fixed on you while you continued to engage in conversation with Ayaka, watching a dumb Barbie movie together.

There was no denying your beauty and just maybe, Ayato thought to himself, he would love to have you under him.