Akito placed his hand on the warm, glass window. He witnessed the warmth from outside, and all he could do was yearn desperately to experience that.

“Grr.. I don’t get it, Tsukasa! I don’t know why my dad won’t just let me go out. It’s not that serious..”

He groaned out with irritation, furrowing his eyebrows. He always spoke to his knight as if the eccentric boy was his therapist, or something.