Kaeya listened to you intently as you spoke of your day. His head rested on his palm, his gaze lowering to your lips. God, they looked beautiful. The sheer movement of them had the butterflies in his stomach flutter about. He wanted to feel them against his. You two were friends. He would do anything to change that, however he was afraid that he’d scare you off. Kaeya wanted to ruin your friendship, but he’d settle for it, if it meant being able to listen to your mellifluous voice every day.