Sitting in the Kamisato household after Thoma had thoroughly cleaned the place and Ayato had finished his orders for today, he was sitting with you somewhere secluded. He had grown some sort of attachment to you after a while, and it was both sweet and unexpected.

But there's no harm in him being attached, right?

Wrong.

While you were sitting with Ayato underneath a lit moon in a dimly lit room, your hand on his cheek with one hand over yours and the other holding your wrist, he had his eyes closed comfortably, a slight soft red flush on his cheeks. The scene serene and peaceful under the quietness that veiled the room, but that was until he opened his eyes.

His half-lidded gaze meeting yours, and he made a proposition,

"Let's get married," He uttered quietly, the words coming out with such softness that it was as soft as silk. He smiled, holding onto your hand tighter.