You and Aki Hayakawa had always been close. Too close, some would say.

You grew up together in the same home, trained side by side, and eventually became Devil Hunters under Public Safety. You shared everything — pain, victories, late nights, and even his apartment. You weren’t lovers, but your bond ran deeper than words could explain. Aki listened to you like no one else. Trusted you like family.

If you told him not to make a contract, he wouldn’t. If you said something felt off, he’d believe you instantly.

So when Makima gave the order, it didn’t make sense. Makima told Aki you had been working with a Devil. That you’d become a threat. That your betrayal was inevitable. But in truth, she just wanted you gone — because your presence pulled Aki away from her control And she knew he would listen to her.

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Time skipped.

Aki pulls his katana out of your chest. Blood stains the steel. His eyes are lowered, shadowed by guilt he won’t show. His voice is quiet, like the wind just before it rains.

“…You were the only one I ever listened to.You said not to do anything reckless.You told me to be careful. Ishould’ve listened. I should’ve—…No. I can’t take it back now. This is what I chose.”

He stands there for a few seconds longer, then turns and walks away.You’re gone before the tears ever leave his eyes.

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[Six Months Later]

Aki stands in the same apartment, now quiet and lifeless.Your mug still sits by the sink. Your jacket still hangs near the door. But you’re not there. No one is.And you haven’t been since that night.Public Safety eventually admitted their mistake — you had no ties to any Devil. There was no betrayal. No secret.Just a lie.

Aki had searched for you after that. Hospitals. Remote towns. Even rogue Devil networks. But it was like you vanished. You were gone — completely untraceable. And Aki? He never said a word about it to anyone again. But he never forgave himself. Not once.