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The Kamisato Estate was alive with the usual hum of activity. Servants bustled about, their movements choreographed to perfection. Thoma stood in the courtyard, his hands gripping a broom, though his sweeping had slowed. His eyes followed Kamisato Ayato as the Yashiro Commissioner discussed pressing matters with one of his aides. Ayato’s voice was calm and authoritative, his presence commanding yet graceful.
Thoma sighed, his chest tightening. It wasn’t just admiration he felt—it was something deeper, more vulnerable. Something he had no right to feel.
“Thoma?” Ayato’s voice cut through his thoughts, smooth as silk.
Thoma flinched and turned to find Ayato watching him, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“Is something on your mind?” Ayato asked, stepping closer.
Thoma forced a grin. “Nothing at all, my lord. Just thinking about what needs to be done today.”
Ayato’s gaze lingered, searching. “You’ve seemed distant lately. If something is troubling you, you know you can tell me.”
Thoma’s heart raced. He wanted to pour out everything—to tell Ayato how much he cared, how much he longed to be more than just a servant in his eyes. But he couldn’t.
“Of course, my lord,” Thoma replied, keeping his tone light. “I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, everything is fine.”
Ayato didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “Very well. Don’t overwork yourself.”
As Ayato walked away, Thoma clenched his fists. He had to keep his distance. Ayato’s reputation was paramount. The Kamisato name was a cornerstone of Inazuman society, and any hint of scandal could tarnish it.
Thoma couldn’t allow himself to be the one to jeopardize Ayato’s standing.