#genshin kamisato ayato

[yandere-romanticaa]

Gawking at Kamisato Ayato became one of your favorite secret past time hobbies.

The man must be an angel, surely. It was the only thing that made sense - how else could one man be so perfect, so ethereal? Noticing any little detail about him started to become second nature to you. The way he'd grip his pen in concentration, the subtle hold of his sword when he was ready to strike, the delicious bicep of his arm which was just barely visible underneath all those fine white layers he was so keen on wearing...

Frankly, it was humiliating how far you were willing to go for just a simple peek. Days and nights were lost into the void of time, all wasted on fantasies about Ayato.

It was all so hard to contain. Your fascination with him, your growing affections started to consume your very being, so much so that others had started to notice. Every duty you had to perform on the daily had started to take a toll and it was impossible to have a normal conversation with you if you were anywhere near the Kamisato estate, let alone if the head of said estate was close.

You had been so blinded by the beauty of the angel that you had failed to notice the inklings of darkness which loomed over him. As the absolute King of Subtlety, Ayato knew how to play you like the world's most lovesick guitar. It was so entertaining to watch you from the corner of his eye, to admire your determination to stay concealed in the shadows but he knew better.

He allowed your little crush to blossom for a while, thinking it to be amusing and harmless. He never could have foreseen that the feeling would end up becoming mutual.

It was a massive ego boost to him, knowing that he had you on the hook. Ayato decided to take his time, to play this game of cat and mouse as safe as he can, to ensure that all would go well.

He was not sure when exactly you would fall into his lap but it was bound to happen, and you would do it all willingly too.

And that fact made this game so much more sweet.

Ayato wondered how you would react to his cheekier side, if you would still want him despite his more dark desires and thoughts. He seldom called himself a freak out loud but it had a ring of truth to it.

Were you an even bigger freak than him?

It would be a fun thing to discover.

[hoyo-transparents]

would you have any ayato renders? (^_^)v

Genshin Impact Ayato transparent renders! Version 2.6 event wallpaper, White day 2023, Birthday 2024, Version 2.6 wallpaper, and March 2025 calendar. Google Drive Link for full quality

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[cessmaga]

faceless ayato but make him a creepy ghost

new au??

I can see him still pulling strings behind shadows and probably still can kill people even in death (and he's hot and real for that)

[kitsuvil]

— plus one 【picturesque/ayato smau】

【 masterlist 】 there is a written portion here after the first 6 photos!!

“I know I said I'll cling onto you the whole event, but I didn't expect to actually be forced into doing that,” I grumbled as my grip on Ayato's tan suit jacket grew tighter. “It's so crowded…” Before I had the opportunity to react, my hand shifted away from the cloth texture and was replaced by the feeling of cool and gentle skin. “In that case, I believe holding my hand will prove to be more effective," Ayato chuckled. I highly doubt anything like that will make this more effective. If only a great technique to raise my heartbeat, but a heart attack is not what we're aiming for here. We weren't at the event early, but I wouldn't say we were late either, so the number of people already here was astonishing.

"Is there a corner with fewer people we can rest at?" I peeked out from behind Ayato's shoulder. "There should be. Come with me," he began to move forward through the crowd. I had no choice but to be dragged along, though it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I had expected. He already knew his way around these events, so it made sense that I would look like a lost dog in comparison.

"I almost regret agreeing to come with you." A pout showed up on my face as we finally found an area against a wall that wasn't so densely populated. "Don't worry, it's only like this until everyone gets situated. However, if you want to leave early at any point, just let me know. This is a lot for someone's first time at an event like this." The smile on Ayato's face felt like honey, so much that it almost made me forget why I was overwhelmed in the first place. "I just have to remember everyone is here to bond over photography, and then I'm golden... I think."

"You think? Haha," Ayato chuckled, covering his face with his palm as if he was pretending he didn't find my misery funny. "Hey," my pout grew ever stronger. "It's okay. I understand. There were days when I thought the older photographers were going to maul me like a pack of aggressive bears. Of course, I was only in my late teens at the time. It takes experience, which is why I'm willing to let you hold my hand through this... There was nobody to hold mine when I was alone trying to pave my path through these crowds."

I stayed silent for a moment. There was plenty of time to ponder over his words later, but I couldn't help chewing my lip over them now. It was a reminder that he wasn't so different from me, regardless of our status or position in anything. We were both just photographers, and we happened to become friends, too.

"I remember when I first started taking my photography classes at the Uni. It wasn't too unlike what you're describing now. I was seated next to someone who worked so hard that I thought my brain was going to explode when I peeked at their computer screen."

"But isn't that similar to you now? Working so hard to create a photobook, pushing along through your classes, balancing everything your heart desires. I'm sure even [Name] from the past worked equally hard."

"Then it seems both of us are ever-growing and tweaking our skill," I turned my head to face Ayato instead of the various tables with food I was staring at in order to avoid making eye contact with the man next to me. "Why did you really take me here, instead of your sister or one of your friends?"

"What I already told you is true. I think it can open a lot of doors for you. It might be slightly selfish of me, but I want to make sure your goals are ones you can achieve. Because your future matters to me in that aspect."

Just as quickly as my mouth opened to respond and question Ayato further, it went closed again. There was a crowd of people heading over at full speed now that the event was finally settling into place. Perhaps now wasn't the right time for this conversation. I tried to back away and distance myself from Ayato as the people grew closer, afraid of getting in the way, but I didn't get far before I felt a tug on my hand. By 'not far', I meant not even a single step away.

"I thought you wanted someone to keep the anxieties at bay? Don't say a word about the people coming over, I'll handle them. You only need to listen and stick close, [Name]." Ayato's hand was closed on mine, squeezing it so that I couldn't leave, and the smile on his face never faltered. Neither did his attempt at pulling me closer towards him. So he was serious. Right. The whole reason for me being here was to become comfortable with this community, so it makes sense for me to stick around.

But why was he so painfully insistent, and why was his grip on my hand so comforting, and why did his cologne smell as nice as it did? Why did his voice echo through my skull like smooth water running down a creek? Why was his proximity to me like a warm blanket on a winter night, even when he was the one who pulled me so close when I tried to step away?

"So you all have been gossiping about who I choose to bring to my events like it's any of your business? However, if your interest longs to be satiated so strongly, this is a close friend of mine who is working on diving into the photography world. Treat them with as much respect as you would with me." Ayato was beside me, but for most of this interaction, it sounded like he was miles away. To jump into something as large as this, I felt both thrilled and privileged. But I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat that was fear of too much eyes on me, anxiety that my talent wasn't good enough to even be here.

"Would you like some refreshments? We have sparkling wine, as well as tomato sandwiches personally made by our gourmet chef." The staff member brought my attention back to reality as they offered me a few treats from a platter. "I'm alright, but thank you." I shook off any remaining negative thoughts that were floating around with a deep breath. That was when I realized half of the eyes around us that I originally thought were staring at us with critique and judgment were actually giving looks of bewilderment, almost like they were admiring gazes.

"Don't they look like a power couple?" Two nearby women's conversation faded in through my ears. "I see it. The way Mr. Kamisato is holding their hand... There's no way they're not a couple, right?"

Okay. Maybe not the conversation I want to be eavesdropping on. I tried to grab my hand and shake it away from Ayato's, but it was to no avail. "Is there something wrong?" He looked back at me after waving away a photographer I recognized as the creator of one of the photobooks I had at home, sitting in my dorm room. "No, I guess not... Just how high popularity are some of these people?..." I mumbled. "I think the fact I'm here says enough," Ayato silently laughed, regaining his posture quickly after.

"Can't believe I forgot you're the infamous Kamisato Ayato, pfft," I laughed as some of the pressure dropped off my shoulders. "Only to the majority of people here. To you, I'm just Ayato."

Maybe it wouldn't be too much of a pain to get used to this.

— ruptured appendix situation still going strong but i had to bust out this chapter LOL hopefully the written portion serves as a little treat bc i'm gonna cry myself to sleep if nobody likes it /j, i love it and that's all that matters. ayato is so hot.

— taglist; @griseoo @fangygf @calamitygutz @driftwoodmanor @meigalaxy @kyon-cherri @xiaossocksniffer @quacking-simp @kaitfae @imgayandshesanime @lxry-chxn @ni-ki-ismyluv @cante-lope @kookiibun @kamisatoyato @astolary @dontmindtheevie @sn1perz @0range-juiceee @h3xi2g0n3 @eutopiastar @samyayaya

[kairaphoenix]

Fan Art of Kamisato Ayato I made for my YouTube Video XD cause why not? Hahahahaha

[vortexbloom]

HELPPPPP 😭

I‘m currently simping for Kamisato Ayato sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much 🩵🧋

I just wanna cuddle him and kiss him and AGHDBDJDBDJDBSKSNSNWNDN 🤧🤧

[yyuangss]

being part of an idol industry isn’t easy. there are so many scandals and drama happening or that can occur at any second. so you think you’re safe just being a personal make up artist. that’s until your scandal happens with the idol, kamisato ayato.

profiles ! gods of olympus | olympus muas

pairing ! idol kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre ! smau, written portions, idol au, romance, fluff, possible angst, possible suggestiveness, genshin and star rail crossover, not canon compliant for either universe.

chapter one ! baizhu free zone

chapter two ! costume decisions

chapter three ! …

chapter four ! …

chapter five ! …

taglist is now open. send an ask, comment, or dm to be added !

[komorim]

to generations after us

-> kamisato ayato x f!reader

[ synopsis. ] a while has passed since the death of your husband, and everything seemed to have changed but nothing seemed to have changed at the same time. your routine and life will always be constant, yet the scenery and people of inazuma will never be identical to the ones before. and neither will your heart.

‣ when the sky weeps ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

[ content warnings. ] character death. reader has children with ayato. angst. mentions of suicide. suicidal thoughts. there’s not a lot to say; it’s not dark content. reader is a kitsune from japanese folklore.

[ word count. ] 1.7k

[ author’s note. ] hooray! the first one shot of my pair of one shot collections! i’m starting to regret making myself suffer through writing twelve oneshots, but it is what it is :p please bear in mind that updating of the collections won’t be very fast (like any of my updates :x) but i will try to upload two at a time, one for each collection. i originally planned on having the initial upload be four one shots so you all have something to read while i’m cooking up the rest, but i only got three done and i decided to just post one first :x

day one, day two, day three. how many days has passed was originally clear to you at first, but then there came one point in time that you lost track. when you lost track of the number of days passed since one of the biggest milestones in your ever lasting life.

since the day your husband, the love of your life, the father of your children, had passed away.

looking back on it now, you don't believe that your life had much of a change after his death. after all, it wasn’t your first time experiencing loss. yet this time was somewhat different. it wasn’t just a friend or a mortal you had attachment to that passed. no. it was your husband, the one who who married you, the one you mothered children with, the one you gave your heart to.

the first couple of days were dreadful, trying to comfort your children from the pain of losing their father and having to deal with awful words thrown at you because you haven’t shed a tear.

but what do they know?

as a mother, how could you make your children worry for you when they’re already mourning? how could you cry your heart out and voice your desire to die with him? you didn’t have the liberty of doing so.

so you could only resort to silently weeping as your hand rests over what was once ayato’s side of the bed. in the middle of the night, all you could think about was how regretful you were that you weren’t by his side, how you couldn’t hear his last words nor caress his face like you once did one last time. yet after weeks of barely sleeping, you still had to act as if you were okay in order to not raise the attention of your children.

though day by day, you continue such behavior and the negativity that surrounds you only grows.

seeing the kamisato estate as it was before, the same the last time you saw ayato slowly crumbled your will into pieces. you can almost see him in the shadows, smiling at you as he calls you to come join him for dinner, frowning as he scolds your laziness, smirking as he looks at your flushed face when he walks out of the shower half naked, humming as he walks down the hallways.

it’s all too familiar.

everything and anything reminds you of him. his cologne is still placed in the same place last time he used it. his toothbrush still sits in the stand next to yours. his coat still hangs by the door. his shoes still rest on the rack.

nothing seems to have changed, but everything did.

the streets on inazuma city still look the same as when you and him last went on a date. your favorite food stand is still selling your usual order. the trees are still in full blossom.

yet your loving commissioner isn’t there anymore.

how are you supposed to keep pretending? how are you supposed to reassure your children again and again that you’re taking his death well when that red moving object in your chest cavity has long withered and died?

how can you hug them and looks at them when their features resemble half of his?

you had missed him too much, and wanted to feel him and smell the scent of him terribly. you wanted to hug him, and kiss him, and ask for him to comfort you as he always did. then your attention fell onto the the white coat he wears everyday. it was bound to be covered in his scent, and after contemplating whether it was worth it to destroy the way he left things, you gave in to the urge.

bringing the coat back to the bed, you cuddled up to it and hugged it tightly, breathing in the faint scent of ayato. the crumpling of paper you heard was odd, knowing that it wasn’t a sound a normal coat was supposed to make. and when you pulled out the now slightly wrinkled envelope, tears started to pool in your eyes when you recognized the familiar penmanship.

you opened the seal carefully, not wanting to destroy the last thing he left you, and you pulled out the piece of paper that has already aged. it made you wonder how long ago he had first wrote this.

how long ago was he expecting his abrupt end.

my dear, the love of my life, my darling fox,

you hadn’t even begun to read its contents before a choked sob forced its way through your throat, emotional already at the mention of his pet names for you. names that you loved to hear.

how are you doing? probably not so good since you most likely are reading this after the news of my death. you can almost hear his light chuckle. i once remember you asking me why it is that i started to keep one hand in my pocket out of habit. now you probably know why. even without me telling you, you were always so very smart and perceptive. which was why it made me so nervous trying to keep this letter a secret. as your beloved husband, i know i shouldn’t be keeping secrets from you, but i had to. i knew you’d give me an earful if you knew about me writing such a letter when i’m “so young and have many years ahead of me.” but i had to write something like this soon. because who knows when i might die? the thought of it breaks my heart as well, but we both knew this would happen one day. after all, i am a mortal. if i had the choice, i would sell my soul and more to obtain immortality, since how could i bear to just leave you one day? but it’s the inevitable truth that my end will definitely come before yours. so i keep looking, keep staring at your face and features, trying to engrave them into my mind and heart and soul so that i never forget you even long after i’ve passed. even as i write this, i often glance up at your sleeping features on the bed. how beautiful you are. and how it saddens me to imagine those beautiful features i love distort into pain and grief. which is why i hope i can stay longer, just a bit longer. one more minute, one more hour, one more day. i hope that with my presence, i can make you smile for that much longer. though i understand that your smile from the day i die on will probably only be for the sake of presentation. to reassure, to comfort. after all, you never truly smiled until you fell in love with me. and that’ll always be the proudest achievement of my life. but please, don’t be too saddened by my passing. i understand the love you harbor for me, but please don’t let it be the reason you’re awake at night. a mortal’s life is short compared to yours, and you still have many years, many decades, many centuries. without me, you still have our children, and their children, and their children, and many generations after. you are never alone, my love. and there will be much, much more people in the future who will love and accompany you as i did.

the letter wasn’t complete, since you had a habit of calling him to bed every time he stayed up working. but you knew the purpose that the letter was supposed to serve. to make you feel better. but the day by day torture and regret that you put yourself through has already put you into an abyss so deep that a simple farewell letter couldn’t pull you out.

you became secluded, just like how your life was before a certain kamisato rudely interrupted.

he swept in, rescuing you from fox hunters when he was no better. the hunters wanted your life, and him making you fall in love and then leaving is no different. and the more you think about it, the more resent grows, and the moment of comfort that the letter brought you was long forgotten.

he wooed you with his sweet words and warm smile until you willingly handed him your heart. and then he left you alone, just like nothing had happened. but what was worse was that he didn’t just leave, no, he took your heart with him too.

you were used to loneliness for centuries. you enjoyed the leisurely life you had. but now that you’ve seen happiness, seen companionship, seen love, how were you supposed to go back to your previous life?

it’s cruel. what he did was unforgiving. and asking you not to despair? it was selfish.

he was alike a caretaker that has made an animal dependent on him and then pushed them back into the wild. a caretaker that stripped the abilities of hunting and survival from a wild animal before abandoning them once again. a caretaker that rescued an animal in need before blowing out the fire of hope.

how could he? more importantly, how are you going to survive without your caretaker? you’ve grown used to it all in this habitat that you loved, and now you can’t imagine a life without him.

you’ve grown miserable, resentful, to the point that you can’t help but want to tell him that you’ll never forgive him for the rest of your life.

but you can’t. you love him too much, gave him your all and more. he’s the man you loved, the first and only man you loved, and the one that loved you the most. how could you ever have it in your heart to hate him? how could you hate someone that first thought about you when the idea of their own death comes into mind?

one moment you’re screaming, sobbing from all the pain and anguish, and the next you’re begging for something, somewhere, that they could bring him back to you.

because without her caretaker, the silly fox that already gave her heart away would die in the wild.

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[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

MATCHUP FOUND FOR [ 🐰2 ANON ].

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CONGRATULATIONS! YOU AND AYATO SWIPED RIGHT!

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HIS PROFILE?

[ YES ]

Congratulations! You may have possibly got the jackpot. AYATO is a man who's got a thousand of faces, but when it comes to people he may have a chance of liking or being with, it can change. And for you... Well, he found you interesting, that's for sure.

Considering that he works as another businessman, AYATO is busy in his job. He can sometimes get too busy, but if you simply ask him to spare some time for you, he'll do it at the drop of the hat. Though, you may want to endure a bit of his teasing— he's a bastard and he wears it on his chest proudly.

You like a man who's possessive? In some way, you can say that AYATO is that. His way of having to keep what's his differs, though. He has the means to be able to take care of them easily, but if that doesn't work, then he has other fail-safe methods. Some even say they are worse than a simple visit.

He's quite soft with anyone he likes, but in his own way, you can say that he likes keeping what is his and his alone. God forbid that you tell him someone's trying to stake a claim on you, dear. AYATO isn't afraid of having his hands dirty (if all else fails, of course).

To many people, you can say that AYATO is protective to a certain degree. He doesn't enjoy the idea of someone having to think they got a chance, and sometimes, you may find yourself in his arms.

... What's strange, though, is that in off days, you may find him act offputting. Maybe it's because you couldn't see those red flags sailing by, but...

Maybe, just maybe, its wise to stay cordial and pliant. Don't piss him off, dear. Even I can't guarantee your safety.

[ END OF PROFILE. ]

[ WOULD YOU LIKE TO RENT HIM? ]

[ratintank]

Small bonus for Genshin sticker pack <3

[genshin-side-piece]

Wrapping myself up in a cozy headcanon involving Ayato tonight. I've been growing my hair out since the start of covid and it's gotten long enough to where I braid it at night. I love the idea of losing myself in the fantasy of Ayato doing it for me. It's such a simple thing, but I imagine him embracing simple acts of service like that. He loves to care for the people in his life. What better way to care for his significant other than helping them get ready for bed.

He takes his time with it, as he does everything else in his life. He worships the feeling of soft tresses as they slip through his fingers, running the brush over them time and time again until he was satisfied. Then he painstakingly divides them, insuring that they're perfectly proportionate before he slowly twists them together to form the braid.

Ayato's fingers playfully brush across the back of your neck, causing you to shiver with each pass. You try to pull away from him when he gets past a certain point but a gentle tug keeps you in place. He jokingly warns you that it would be a shame for him to have to start again. After all he has all night to get it right. If the consequence of his need for perfection is that he has to keep you in bed come the morning to make up for it, well it's a price he's willing pay. If only so that he might bask in his care of you for a little longer.

[stardustsorbet]

Thank you for the request, Sapph! Sorry for the delay my dear :( thought I’d post this on the anniversary of when Itto came home 🥹 one year 🤞

cw: established relationships, kissing, eating, pretty much all fluff

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 ― ♡

It was initially Ayato’s idea to go and indulge in some ice cream, and it did not take much for you to oblige to his suggestion.

He takes you to this cute lil’ parlor down in Inazuma city and he’s such a gentleman when you get there!

He’ll open the door for you, seat you, place a napkin over your lap, order for you, everything. Gives you total royalty treatment.

He’s basic, gets vanilla with some whip cream and a cherry on top. You almost feel embarrassed with your sundae dripping with chocolate sauce and filled with rainbow sprinkles and brownie bites.

Ayato likes to watch the way your face lights up with satisfaction at the taste of your dessert, gently putting a napkin to your face to clean chocolate off the corner of your lips.

You were too enamored with your ice cream to see the way he was enamored with you, spoon nearly missing his mouth as he gazed at you, so lovesick. This had been your first date in a while, so returning to little places like this brought back all that puppy love. ♡

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 ― ♡

He insists on getting one to share but allows you to pick the flavor and toppings. He’s really sappy and loves spoon feeding like couples in movies, wrapping their arms around the other’s to get the ice cream into their mouth.

Thoma gives you the majority of dessert since he doesn’t like the feeling of a sugar crash, but like his boss enjoys the look of delight on your face.

He usually takes you out on dates like this during the summer so he can guide you to a cliff side to watch fireworks afterword. He’ll enthusiastically point out of the designs of the fireworks and kiss you, so in love and so at ease.

You fall asleep on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his, soft snores escaping your chest. He kisses your head and tries his best you carry you home, tucking you into bed a kiss to the cheek.

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 ― ♡

He’s a little indecisive when ordering so you take it upon yourself to order a couple’s sundae. Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue and just lets you order since you probably know what’s best. Probably.

Itto is surprisingly well mannered when you two are out and about. He’ll offer you the majority of your shared treat and let you spoon feed him if you’d like.

Though he gets teased for all of that by his gang, he’s happy to spend time with you and have you all to himself, enjoying coupley things like this.

He definitely does have a bit of a sugar crash once you two are walking home. Both crashing on the couch, you two cuddle into the deep of night, fun dreams of each other coursing through your minds. You two are so in love (๑>◡<๑)

[direneedofsleep]

i remembered and so here's ayato screenshots (features my sister as yoimiya)!

i oddly don't have a lot of pics of him despite having gotten him from the first banner 🤷

why are all the hydro characters so prettyyyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭 <333

[notcookiecrumbs]

Ayato moment

[kitsuvil]

— sea foam 【picturesque/ayato smau】

[ masterlist ] written portion after the first 3 photos!

I squinted, trying to make out if the man on the beach was really Ayato. From the looks of it, it was. I'd be concerned if anyone else was on this private area of the beach, anyway.

Staying cautious as to not drop my coffee cup, I took my steps quicker.

“Ayato!” I called out. But I hadn't considered the complications that would come with a moment alone beside him. Recently, each time we hung out together with just the two of us, my heart became more unsettled. I couldn't really describe it, but I had the strongest feeling it was due to… Love. Or maybe it was the early signs of a heart attack.

Somehow, the latter sounded better.

“How come you're up so early?” Ayato looked up from his camera and looked at me. I felt vulnerable.

“I could say the same thing… But I'm going to assume that it's because of the sunrise. I'm here for that same reason, after all.” I smiled as I took a sip of the coffee.

“You're away from Kusuri, yet you still can't avoid making little latte art?” He questioned.

“I think it’ll be stuck with me forever. You don't want a sip?” I offered, handing the cup to him. He shook his head, “I already had some before coming out.”

I frowned. “So that's why the coffee machine felt warm. Don't tell me you didn't sleep all night, at a place as beautiful as this?”

“I think I'm a little desensitized to it, having seen this house more than a few times. That's what comes with having the money to buy things like this. Of course, I still have to come outside with my camera. Nature is something I can never be desensitized to.” Ayato sheepishly smiled. He felt it was a sensitive topic, but he spoke the truth. The next time I come here—but maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself assuming there will be a next time—I'd also be much less amazed.

Ayato’s next words quickly broke me away from my thoughts. “Will you allow me to take photos of you here?”

I was frozen for a long moment. “I thought you didn't take photos with models.”

“I ask this because you wouldn't be a model… And I believe you're just like nature. Beautiful enough to be the center of all my photos.”

“Flirt with me like this and I'll run off, be careful.” I teased, but the desire to flee was high. It's not that I enjoyed it. It's that I enjoyed it too much. That feeling made me worry, it reminded me that I didn't really know what I was doing. So much of my life was focused on things I could trust and have comfort in. This, romance, was new and unfamiliar.

“Only if you keep them to yourself.”

“So that's a yes?” Ayato grinned.

“Like I said, only if-” but he cut me off almost immediately.

“I'm amused that you think I'd use them for anything. I want these photos so I can capture them in my heart.”

He acted so confident in his flirting, but when both of us were silent, I could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“You should really get that checked out, you know?” I rolled my eyes after swallowing down the nervousness.

“I did. My doctor told me to wait for a response after I confessed to them.”

— karaoke chapters are my weakness, i fear. i had one in my kazuha/albedo smau too,, anyways isn't ayato so CUTE

— taglist; @luc1enn @fangygf @calamitygutz @driftwoodmanor @meigalaxy @kyon-cherri @xiaossocksniffer @quacking-simp @kaitfae @imgayandshesanime @lxry-chxn @heartsforni-ki @cante-lope @kookiibun @kamisatoyato @astolary @dontmindtheevie @sn1perz @0range-juiceee @h3xi2g0n3 @eutopiastar @samyayaya @tikitsune

[risustravelogue]

It's Ayato's turn to get pinched!

Honestly, his outfit was a nightmare to draw. I hate drawing braids. 🥲 Thankfully, I have him in-game, so I could take a big ol screenshot of him.

Tagging: @kissedbysilk @watatsumiis 💚

The series (links will be updated as it goes):

Alhaitham

Ayato

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