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[thesparrowsfour]

My morning after rain.

Aziel was completely in his mind when he settled things that he would never feel this year's spring would be warm. It was cold for him, at least that’s what he thought it would be, until that random evening when he completely lost himself drinking his favorite vanilla latte.

He saw a girl with her most precious smile shyly to him. Their eyes met, and he would have never thought he could feel this again.

For a while, love was just something he left in old rooms he never dared to re-enter. It was the thing he stopped mentioning, even though he begged to taste it again.

But then, suddenly there was her, not in fireworks, not in grand gestures. She came like the feeling on the morning after rain. It was comfortable for him. It was something he never expected that his random prayer would be heard in the middle of his longing.

She finally introduced Aziel to the name of love that is warm and delicate, the peace that is named. It was a happiness he didn’t know he still had, and Aziel kept thinking, he must be doing something right, because she’s still here. Even after seeing the parts of him that were never meant to be shown to anyone.

Sometimes, he's afraid to wake up, afraid she’ll realize she doesn’t belong with him, that she was only ever meant to pass through, not stay.

But she stays.

She still reaches for his hand like it’s home.

Now she is reading this, she is reading about the kind of love she taught me how to feel. And I think she deserves to know that I am so in love with her, so I’ll leave it here, just like this: https://www.protectedtext.com/tomyseraphina

[thesparrowsfour]

The Strawberry on top, goes wrong.

People who used to know him always said it was surprising how he turned out. Strangers knew him as cold, he only spoke when necessary. And yet, ironically, his quiet characteristics made him strangely attractive in their eyes. But those who truly knew him would say the opposite, Aziel was easygoing, love to throwing jokes, and was surprisingly warm. Perhaps that hidden softness had been shaped by the very power he carried, something he once thought a blessing, though it might’ve been the curse that made him who he is.

It all started when people in town learned that his family had adopted a massive number of children all born on the same day. From that moment, rumors spread through the city. Strangely enough, the family didn’t live in a house, but in their own hotel.

Among the many stories whispered about them, one was true: all of the children had powers.

They never cared about the rumors. Aziel grew up gracefully in that family. He got along with the other gifted kids, had all his needs met, and trained at the Sparrow Academy under the watchful eye of their father, Lucian. Everyone’s powers were different. For Aziel, it started with an invisible shield formed by psionic energy—a force field he and his father discovered when he was young. Over time, it evolved into something more, it called a sonic wave, capable of releasing invisible blasts that shattered enemies from within.

Years passed. He mastered it. And with it, he stood behind his siblings during every mission, shielding them. Unlike his siblings, Aziel rarely ventured outside. While others explored the world, he often chose to stay home. After each mission, his body grew tired, his mind felt numb, and the thought of socializing drained him further. Sure, he had a few friends from his culinary class but none of them are close. Most of his time was spent at home, busy in the kitchen exploring recipes. He only ever left for missions or he needs to buy some groceries, goes to his culinary class. To others, he came off distant, cold, and hard to approach.

One day, he finally joined a mission with his siblings again. As usual, he focused on protecting them, blasting through enemies with precision, until something rolled across the floor and stopped at his foot. Aziel looked down. A silver pendant, dented and scuffed, had rolled out from the body of a man he’d just blasted. Slowly, he picked it up. Just another piece of junk… but something about it felt different. So, he slipped it into his pocket.

That night, long after his siblings had gone to sleep, Aziel sat alone in his room, still in gear. He said he was tired, but he lied. He pulled out the pendant, rolling it between his fingers. The metal felt warm, worn around the edges. Without much thought, he popped it open. Inside was a small photo—a man, a woman, and a child, all smiling in the sunlight.

It hit him like a punch to the chest.

Beneath the photo, a tiny folded note. He opened it carefully, breath slowing as he read,

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t the man you married, or the father I promised to be for our daughter. I swore I’d never go this far, but we were losing everything. This was the last job. I swear it. Tomorrow, I was going to walk into the station and confess everything. I just needed tonight to bring home enough so you wouldn’t starve another day. I’m sorry for the shame, I love you both more than I can say.”

Aziel blinked. Once. Twice.

Then he stumbled back, gasping. His hands shot up trying to deactivate the shield. But it wasn’t listening. The room glowed faintly, warped by the pressure of a field wrapping around his body like a second skin.

He'd killed a man with a reason. Not a monster. Not a threat. Just a father.

And now, Aziel couldn’t even step out of his own shield. He was trapped, not by his enemies but by guilt.

For a month, Aziel mind spiraled. His body reacted without warning, jumping from shiled to another shield. His siblings noticed but they don’t say much, they was afraid it might hurt him. Their father simply believed it would pass. But it didn’t and he grew tired, So Aziel left. He walked away from the life people thought was perfect. He was left by his father’s money, stealing some would never be a problem for his father, Aziel said. Aziel disappeared and opened a small café, hiding his powers from the world or so he told himself.

Now, he chased a different kind of dream, a dream that had started the moment he realized he loved cooking. There he was now, placing the final strawberry on a cake for tomorrow’s display.

“…And the final touch,” he mumbled. He thought today would be just another quiet day. Bake. Clean. Go home. Rest. But it wasn’t.

Somewhere, a gas leak had gone unnoticed and in an instant, it exploded.

His instincts took over. The powers he’d buried rushed back, forming a shimmering blue shield that protected him—and the cake—from the blast.

“What the hell…” he breathed, stepping out of the smoke, thecake still in hand. He kept the shield up, just in case, while his free hand dialing 9-1-1 when he saw someone outside the café.

A familiar silhouette.

“Father?” Aziel froze.

Lucian smiled calmly, as if this were all expected. “Ah, Aziel. I’m glad your powers are back. And your reflexes are still excellent.”

Aziel didn’t speak. His feet moved toward the man on their own.

“Let’s go back. We need you at home.”

“How did you find me—”

Lucian didn’t answer. His eyes locked on the cake in Aziel’s hand.

“Your siblings will be thrilled to see the cake. They’ve missed your cooking, Ziel. Now come on. Get in the car. We’re going home, Number Four!”

Aziel sighed.

Oh… here we go again.

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The shadow behind him.

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