"Are you seriously giving me curfew?" You raised an eyebrow at him and bit your lip determined to hide your smile. Even though it was March it was still as cold as ever. You could still see the vapor pouring out of mouth and your fingertips were numbing by the second. It always annoyed you how Ayato chose dark alleys in the middle of the night to speak with you claiming that it was "safer" and here he was telling you that he was giving you a curfew. The logic.
"Yeah, so what?" He grumbled, shifting his weight as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. The icy air had turned his cheeks and nose a rosy red and his usually cold glare was brimming with concern for your well being. It
That's how many cockroaches Ayato had counted that passed by him as he swung his legs back and forth over the arm of the dingy, leather couch. Ever since he had meet her, his brain had gone haywire and scrambled. He couldn't even make a single rational decision, well not that he made any in he first place, but even so it had gotten to the point where the Aogiri members were raising some suspicious eyebrows at him. His mood swings were almost unbearable. He would go from completely ignoring Naki's usual 'Poke Fun at Ayato' sessions to aggressively kicking over a trashcan when Tatara asked him to restock on coffee.
And as much as he hated to admit it, it was all because you. The fact that you took control over all his emotions infuriated him to no end. Why a human out of all things constantly torture his mind. It was just ridicu--
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there--Ayato?"
He knew that voice. He just had no idea why. All the anger he had wa