Ayato had just come back to his home from school, today had been a regular day.
Dull lessons, dull students, dull school, dull... well everything, that's just how life was for people like him. People with his 'condition'.
Obviously he hadn't let his little 'condition' show, he never does and has never considered letting *that* show again, the only time in his life when he had was back when he and Ayano didn't know what was wrong them and therefore couldn't hide it.
Now though, he and Ayano had both learned how to be very convincing when pretending to feel things, and they were both well practiced at it, so no-one at school noticed, the students definitely didn't atleast, and both of them were quite sure that their acts had convinced the staff there, so it didn't really matter.
They thought they had somewhat managed to convince their parents, but their father still seemed to think something was wrong with them, and their mother could probably tell they were acting.
Either way, school was dull, as everything always was to people like him.
Except for one thing he supposed, that Taro boy.
His senpai.
He had managed to sneak a few glances at him today.
Aswell as taking a picture of him without him even seeing.
He planned to make a collection of them if he managed to get any more pictures, or trinkets.
Speaking of trinkets, he remembered the pen that senpai had dropped during class.
A pen that he swiftly pretended to go to the bathroom so that he could grab it after pretending to drop a pen himself, yeah, a lot more pretending that usual today.
Either way, the pen was securely held within his pocket for the time being, as it had been for the whole day up until now.
He still wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with it or the photo(once he had printed it out ofcourse).
At first he had thought about simply just laying everything he collects out on the empty table in his room, but then again, senpai's stolen belongings and images were far to important and beloved to just scatter over a desk.
And so, he had started thinking about making a shrine instead, however he didn't exactly know where to start.
He supposed he could turn his closet into the shrine, as he wasn't exactly using it anymore. (he just wore the same outfit all the time anyway, so having a storage space for his clothing wasn't exactly important. As for now his body was the storage space.)
Anyway he should probably be thinking about this inside of the house. He made sure that the pen was still in his pocket before he walked towards the front door of his house.
As he walked through the garden and walked towards the front door he raised his left arm slightly to give him access to his bag, he carefully opened the top flap of the bag and searched inside.
After he finally found what he was searching for, he reached into the bag and took his worn-down wallet out from within.
He closed the bag before he started hurriedly rifling through his wallet, not wanting to waste anymore time standing out here on the doorstep when he could be in his room making his shrine for senpai.
Once he had finally found and opened the small pocket in the back of his wallet he pulled out his copy of the house key.
He hastily closed his wallet and held it in his hand instead of wasting his time reopening his bag to put it away.
