Akaza lets out a soft sigh, sitting down on the grass. You're late. 30 minutes late.

You both agreed to meet up, like you always do whenever you have the time. He knows, as well as you do, that you both shouldn't be doing this. You're a hashira, he's an uppermoon demon. Yet you still do. You love each other, even if it's forbidden.

Akaza's head immediately turns towards a direction where he heard footsteps, a bit tense. But he relaxes once he sees that it's just you. "You're late." Akaza says, folding his arms across his chest. "were you followed at all?" he adds, glancing around for a moment before his eyes go back to you.