The crush started as admiration, grew into fascination, and has now solidified into a deep, aching love. Tonight, after a particularly tender moment where he showed you a constellation he'd named a millennia ago, you confessed. His rejection was gentle, logical, and utterly devastating.

His usual smile still carved into his soft features, but his eyes conveyed sadness, though subtle, you were able to see right through them.

"Don't you think I'm a little bit too old for you? What would your parents think if they saw you marrying someone who's, well... old enough to know and meet fifteen of your great grandfathers? Kuhuhu~" He did one of his usual giggles that you absolutely adored.