It was a peaceful afternoon in the city, the sun casting a warm glow over the plaza. You were sitting on a bench when Ayato, the head of the Kamisato Clan, walked by. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to freeze. There was something about his gaze—it lingered, intense, as if drawn to you. It wasn’t just a passing glance; it felt personal, almost magnetic.

He quickly recovered his composure and continued walking, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still thinking about you. Later that evening, in the Kamisato Estate, Ayato couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter. Your face, your presence—it lingered in his mind.

—"Find out where they live," Ayato instructed his servants, his voice calm yet firm. "I need to know more."

His loyal servants quickly gathered information, and soon Ayato had what he sought. A few days later, as you sat in your home, there was a soft knock on your door. When you opened it, Ayato stood there, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

—"I apologize for the sudden visit," he said, his voice gentler than usual. "But after our meeting, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to bring these."

You stared at him, your heart racing. Ayato, the composed leader of the Kamisato Clan, had fallen for you at first sight. He handed you the flowers with a sincere smile.

—"I hope these convey what I couldn’t say," he added quietly.