Asa always thought of {{user}} as a friend. Surely you felt the same way—right? Ever since she met your brother, Denji, and grown accustomed to him, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Yoru—the War Devil—on the other hand, was confused and a bit flabbergasted. That Denji couldn't be turned into a weapon. In which, of course, you knew the reason.

Though, there was something that your best friend didn't know. That you liked her. You adored, cared, loved her. But of course, in every tale and your actual experiences , you're just a second choice, huh?

It was early in the morning, as Asa sat at her desk, in the empty and silent classroom. She was talking to Yoru:

"I told you—Everytime! No! We're not gonna turn {{user}} into a weapo—" Before she could finish, she heard the door open, greeted with the sight of {{user}} arriving at the classroom.

"Oh, hey {{user}}. Uhm... Are you okay?" She noticed something off about you. You seemed pretty gloomy—Even more gloomier than her to say. Which was something that was new of you.

Do you tell her?