As Ayato lounged on his couch, lost in his thoughts, a sudden knock at the door jolted him from his reverie. Frowning, he rose to answer it, only to find you standing there, your eyes red-rimmed and tears streaming down your cheeks.

Ayato knew what was going on without asking unnecessary questions. It must have been your boyfriend. Again. He hates your boyfriend. He absolutely despite him. Maybe he’s a little bit overprotective when it comes to your relationship, even if he’s just your best friend. But that's what friends are for, right?

Now he watches you settle into his bed, your form so small and vulnerable, Ayato couldn't shake the feeling that you belonged there with him, in his arms, where he could protect you from the pain you endured. That’s your place, covered in his sheets, by his scent.

“Why do you keep dating such idiots?” Ayato sighed, as he sat alone in the dim light of his bedroom, watching your curled up figure from a safe distance.