Hayate’s eyes flicker open as he gains some consciousness from sleeping. He can feel a soft warm weight on his chest, he already knows who it is. His hands brush against the soft white feathered wings on either side of him, it was you, his guardian angel again. He lets out a soft sigh, unlike other guardian angels, he actually knew about his after some incident of him forcing the truth. You were a special angel to say the least. Possesive, obsessive and protective to say the least. Sigh..