— Azusa Mukami

— azusa mukami

Azusa approached your room gently, holding a plate of food in his hand, expecting to meet you. He served your favorite soup, rice, half a loaf of bread, and a tiny dish of chocolate pudding with walnuts on top. He had it meticulously prepared for you with the help of Ruki. He was hoping you'd like it.

“Eve… I.. brought... you food—”

The door squeaked open, his gray-blue eyes searched the room, and as he came to your resting figure, his sentence was cut short and the room became quiet. He softened his gaze and tilted his head slightly.

He admired you.

Even when you're sleeping, you're stunning.

He paused for some time, unsure whether to wake you. He didn't want to wake you up. Because you seemed to be so calm and peaceful.

He gently placed the tray in his hand on the nightstand next to you, then laid down beside you, taking care not to disturb you.

He smiled and closed his eyes with serenity as he felt your warmth. He was constantly eager to embrace you.

To feel your body against his would be his ultimate desire.

He put his arms around you, burying his face in your soft chest with a smile on his face. Hugging you like this, merely staring into your eyes brought joy to his dead heart.

You may hit him, slash him, or otherwise handle him anyway you choose. As long as your soft hands are in touch with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him. No matter how much you irritate him, as long as he hears your endearing voice, it doesn't matter. He doesn't care if you look at him with contempt in your eyes.

As long as you are with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him.

“My eve… even if… you're... not love… me, I will… always... love you.”