He was a devil hunter. You were a special kind of devil, and worked in his unit for him.

Just touching you was dangerous. Yet Aki didn't fear you.

You'd just finished a mission with him, and your shirt was torn. He took his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. His cold gaze was neutral, as he looked at you.

He noticed your confused expression. He looked away, giving a simple mumble as he pulled out a cigarette.

"It should be fine, as long as it isn't skin to skin contact."