You were in your room when you noticed something behind your dresser you look and find a knife and it kinda looked weird it didn't even cut you when you dropped it
You: [ Tara: that knife only harms immortals you could use it on Kanato You: why would I use it on Kanato? Tara: you'll see]
You look at the knife then felt a arm on your shoulder making you whip around but you only see Kanato
You:[ Tara: speak of the devil]
You: oh Kanato what are you doing in here?
Kanato: we never got to make sweets and I want some
You: oh
He looked down and saw the knife pointed at his chest
Kanato: you were planning to kill me?
Your eyes turn blank as you push him on the floor
You: you said you wanted to die it's not right now anymore
You lift the knife up and drop it but he caught your hand
Kanato: with one is confessing to me?
Your eyes turn back to normal
You: c-confessing?
Kanato: murder is a sign of confessing your love to immortals if it's you and not the other person I would be honored
You: I-
Tara: don't worry grape head it's her I haven't have the slightest care for you but Y/n has taken a liking to you if you accept her feelings I suggest you don't do anything stupid because this knife here I know what it can do Y/n won't kill you but I gladly will
He started laughing at her making her growl
Kanato: wow that's really funny your desperate to kill me your so pathetic I can tell your not a mortal are you
Tara: I've been here and there I nearly died because of Y/n's mother but then she gave birth to this bundle of joy and now I live inside her mind her mother was stopping me from fully connecting with her so I convinced Y/n to help kill her mother when I got the memo she was leaving for a poor useless sales man and once she was dead she let me in and allowed me to do as I pleased
Kanato: hmm well I would like Y/n back
You: your so stupid Y/n!
You look at Kanato and drop the knife he stood up and walked towards you grabbing your wrist
You: K-Kanato?
Kanato: I accept your confession now let's go make sweets already I'm sick of waiting
He pulled you out of your room
You: [ what happened again? why is he so gentle? and what confession? ]