Falling in Love with Sunday

My boyfriend.

He always wears a gentle smile. His back is straight, and an indescribable elegance seems to radiate from deep within him. Even every strand of his hair looks impossibly perfect.

Always like that.

Always like that.

I like pinching the little wings at the back of his head. They're soft, and whenever I touch them, he blushes easily and gives me a helpless smile.

Then he asks me, "Have you finished today's homework?"

...That's no good. I almost hate him a little.

.

My boyfriend is so amazing, but my professor doesn't seem to like him.

The professor said to me, "Every button on your clothes is a listening device. Your shoes have step counters. Your pen is an AI pen that records every word you write... Damn it, I didn't want to say more, but you idiot, there have been more and more of these things on you since the start of the semester."

"You idiot!"

"You've been under surveillance from head to toe."

/

Love at first sight. Unbelievable.

Sunday thought about it. When he was a priest, he learned a lesson from the people who came to church to pray over their sins: humans have no limits, so he ought to take control of order.

After hearing so many sordid stories about the world, he came to believe he'd lost the ability to love.

But then there was that girl.

As pure and warm as the sun, she could face his [possessiveness] and [need for control] without a care, as if she didn't even notice them, and give him a bright, radiant smile.

Then Sunday saw her paper.

"If an Aeon possessed nearly infinite energy, could something be used to trap it and drain its power to create an infinite energy source? This leads to a broader discussion: How could one trap an Aeon and extract its energy?"

Sunday: "ovo"

Damn it, what am I supposed to do? I love her even more!

Reading guide:

* Pairing: Sunday.

* Sweet romance. (But I'm not good at writing romance, so the relationship development is a mess. (flops over))

* A gift for my favorite Sunday.

* No main plot, just romance. It'll be over in a few tens of thousands of words.

Theme: True love lasts forever