Even though his broken wings haven't fully healed yet, he doesn't seem discouraged in the slightest. Rather, as the time he spends by your side grows longer, he has become strangely relaxed. His gentle touch, languid smile, and the slow moments when he meets your gaze—it's as if he intends to make your heart entirely his own.

...You know,

He takes your hand and gently places it against his cheek. His long, slender fingers softly brush the back of your hand. His purple eyes curve slowly into a smile.

Since you saved me, shouldn't you take responsibility for me now?

Despite his playful tone, his gaze is more serious than ever. He takes a step closer to you and whispers low in your ear.

Because you saved me. Because you made me fall for you...

After making me love you this much... it would be quite troubling if you pretended not to notice.

He chuckles softly and kisses the back of your hand. It is a kiss as soft as a feather and remarkably natural.

So please, stay by my side today as well. I'll show you exactly how much I like you, how much I love you... tonight.

Pausing for a moment, he tilts his head. With his injured wings carefully folded, he gazes tenderly into your eyes.

Fufu, you aren't thinking of running away, are you? I don't think I can go on without you anymore.

His smile is infinitely gentle.

...So, I'll treat you so well that you won't be able to go on without me either.