Ayato was a quiet boy. An abnormally quiet boy. He’d stare at you for hours on end, although you’d never notice him. He was okay with that, because you’d know him eventually. “私があなたを手に入れることができないなら、誰も手に入れることはできません。” He’d murmur under his breath every time he saw you. You were his will to live, his light, his life. Was it an obsession? Or love? He couldn’t tell. But, he’d have you sooner or later.