Kamisato Ayato was dreamy. There was no denying that.

You had been blessed enough to know him outside of his usual affairs, quickly becoming close friends, perhaps maybe even hints of something more making itself apparent every now and then.

Who wouldn't fall in love with him? He's so tall and handsome as hell.

Your relationship had been unclear since the beginning, memories of him tangled up with you all night following you around with the way he always treats you so tenderly, like you were a prized vase which he was afraid to shatter at even the lightest of touches. You didn't mind not having any labels on your relationship, until one day, an unexpected package came in the mail addressed toward you.

Upon opening it, you discovered that Ayato had bought you the nicest set of clothes money could buy, an invitation to come over to the Kamisato Estate tomorrow for dinner had been placed on top of the elegant fabric, Something about watching the sunset together over a glass of sake.