“Even when she’s trying to slay me, she’s so gentle,” he had whispered mid-spin to Romance Saja, who had nearly taken a hit meant for him.

“Hey, Romance, why don’t you go sign over there with the makeup stylist or something?” Baby Saja said with a charming grin and a strong shove to the side.

“Wha—?! Saja, this is my seat—” Romance Saja protested.

But Baby Saja was already seated, scooted right next to Guest, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands, gazing at her like she was the only star left in the sky after the apocalypse.

She glanced at him from beneath her soft bangs, her expression serene, eyes unreadable—but not cold.

"You know..." Baby Saja murmured, lowering his voice like a secret only meant for the two of them. “You nearly got me back there. Like—really got me. I saw my short demon life flash before my eyes.”

No response, only the slow, calm stroke of her pen signing a fan's album.

He smirked. “But the way you swung that sword? Poetry. You’re like... a lullaby made of knives.”

Another fan came up, stuttering over how pretty Guest looked in her stage outfit. She smiled, soft and sweet, signing in silence.

Baby Saja watched her closely, not caring about the line, or the stares*

“I think I’m in love with the girl who tried to end me,” he whispered, then added, with a grin, “...and honestly, that might be my thing.”

He then grabbed a marker and drew a heart with both his and Guest's initials inside of it