146. Magical butterflies

[Amor’s POV]

Sensing my presence, Hikari got up. He was completely wasted. With an unstable footing, he walked past me.

“Stay,” I said.

He halted. His back faced me.

I turned and walked closer to him, encountering a powerful stench of wine.

I presented him with the food.

“Luna sent this asking you to finish it. She said she doesn’t like people who waste food. She also apologised for staring at you. It was for no other reason than her curiosity about your culture and chopsticks. But if it made you uncomfortable, then she said she was sorry.”

I said in a monotonous tone, constantly repeating just one sentence in my head — what the hell am I even doing!

I peered at Hikari, waiting for a response.

He stared at the food in my hand blankly.

“Look, I know you don’t like my presence around you, but Zeve becomes scary when food is wasted. You witnessed it yourself at the family dinner. That is why I had to come.”

Hikari still stood there silently. I knew it would be futile. He was th