He doesn't like Spring because it's way too cheery and bright for someone like him, someone who belongs to the shadows and darkness.

But he doesn't mind the floral scent around him when she beckons him to come forward and take a sit beneath the Cherry Blossom tree.


Summer is slightly better than Spring but Ayato wouldn't call it a major win because the taste of sweat on his prey is less than desirable.

But he doesn't mind the heat when he sees his partner wearing a light, summer dress; one that does justice to her figure, and bright personality.


He supposes Autumn is alright, the temperature starting to cool but that's probably the only good point he can think of.

But he remembers her words, that everything is dying; the leaves turning a spectacular orange for a while, only to die off in preparation of the next season, and Ayato grimaces for a second as he breaks the neck of their next meal.


Winter is dreadful, having to put on multiple layers of clothing just to keep warm.

But he comes to like it a little bit more when she cuddles with him under a thick blanket, both of them enjoying coffee until they are given their next mission.