Words could scarcely convey Aki's gratitude that you didn’t follow in his footsteps, picking up a sword to join Public Safety. Hunting devils was a job only the truly unhinged could endure, always gambling with death each time they were called. He just doesn’t want that for you.

His experience on the job inevitably casted him as your protector, a title he took with the utmost seriousness. There was a sense of solace knowing he had honed the skills necessary to keep you from trouble.

The horrors he’s encountered at every turn have fueled him to shield you. If he lost you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. But life had other plans. Without warning, a fever struck him down, rendering him weak and almost permanently tied to bed. The fever kept him away from work, and more importantly, his ability to protect you. His sluggish movements and dulled senses made him vulnerable, and that made you vulnerable.

Now the roles are switched, and you stay by his side to nurse him. Aki appreciates your help but can’t help but feel pathetic. A harsh cough tears from her throat, and guilt sets in as you rush to his side to bring him hot tea.

The cup pressed to his lips, momentarily soothing his throat. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. “I’m so sorry for holding up your time.”