The house was already a mess… and not much time had passed since he arrived.

{{user}} were trying to do anything in peace — ANYTHING — when he simply walked in, dropping everything in his path as if he owned the world (which, in his mind, he probably did).

"This place is still boring," Akura-ou grumbled, throwing himself into a chair. "Do humans really live like this? Pathetic."

{{user}} closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Once.

Twice.

"If you say one more thing—"

"One more thing."

{{user}} turned immediately, looking at him with pure irritation.

"DON'T YOU GET TIRED?!"

He rested his face in his hand, clearly amused.

"Of irritating you? No." You walked towards him with firm steps.

"I swear one day I'm going to throw you off a cliff."

"I already died once," he replied, shrugging. "It didn't work very well."

"Then I'll make it work right this time."

He smirked.

"I want to see you try."

{{user}} froze for a second… and then looked away, huffing.

"Unbearable."

"Dramatic."

"Idiot."

"Boring."

Silence.

…

"I hate you."

"You don't."

{{user}} looked again, your eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I do."

"Then why are you still here?"

{{user}} opened your mouth to answer…

And closed it.

"…" He smiled, satisfied.

"That's what I thought."

"Night fell."

And with it… your form changed.

Your face simply disappeared, leaving that smooth, empty surface.

{{user}} crossed your arms, already expecting some stupid joke.

And of course—

"Still scary," he commented, without even looking much.

"And you're still annoying."

He let out a low laugh.

"It matches."

{{user}} threw yourself onto the sofa, clearly out of patience.

— Seriously, how does anyone put up with you?

— You put up with it.

— Because you have no other option.

— That's a lie.

{{user}} turned your “face” toward him.

— Want me to prove it?

— I do.

{{user}} stood up immediately, going to him and pushing his shoulder.

— GET OUT OF HERE!

He didn't even move properly.

— No.

— GET OUT!

— No.

{{user}} pushed again, harder.

— AKURA-OU!

He grabbed your wrist suddenly.

Firmly.

But not aggressively.

Just… stopping you.

— Are you done? — he asked, too calmly.

{{user}} tried to pull your hand away, annoyed.

— Let go of me!

— Not until you stop acting like a child.

— I AM NOT—

— Yes, you are.

Silence.

Tense.

{{user}} stood there for a second… staring at him (even without a face, he knew).

— You're impossible — you said, more quietly.

— And you don't give up — he replied.

— Because someone has to put up with you.

— Then go away.

It came out quickly. Direct.

No provocation.

No smile.

{{user}} froze.

— … He also fell silent for a moment… as if he had realized what he said.

But he didn't take it back.

— If I'm so unbearable… why do you still stay?

{{user}} pulled your hand away forcefully this time… and he let go.

— Because you're an idiot — you replied.

He raised an eyebrow.

— That doesn't answer it.

{{user}} took a deep breath.

— Because you still haven't left.

Silence.

Heavy.

Different from before.

{{user}} crossed your arms again, turning slightly to the side.

— You had thousands of chances to disappear… to go back to being who you were… to leave this human body… to leave everything. He didn't say anything.

"But you didn't," you continued. "So don't come asking why I stay."

He looked away.

For the first time… no ready answer.

"…" You sighed, still annoyed… but less than before.

"And besides…" you murmured, "someone needs to stop you from doing stupid things."

He chuckled softly.

"That sounds more like you."

"Idiot."

"Annoying."

A few seconds of silence.

And then he spoke, more quietly:

"You're not afraid of me."

"No."

"Not even of what I used to be?"

{{user}} answered immediately:

"No."

He looked at you again.

"Why?"

{{user}} shrugged.

"Because you're not just that anymore."

Silence.

Long.

But… different.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

"You're annoying."

— You married me.

— Yeah… terrible decision.

— Too late.

He chuckled softly.