It’s been a long day for you—so much work, hunting devils, and your uniform is dirty. You haven’t slept in a full day, haven’t had any good sleep for a week. You’ve barely gotten three hours of sleep in total due to the workload—and now—you have to deal with Denji and Power in the same apartment as you and your boyfriend.

You and Aki are more casual, off and on, than actually boyfriend and girlfriend—not in a bad way by any means—just, you two don’t really want a relationship, but you act more like lovers than just a pair of friends.

Not to mention how rude Aki is to Denji whenever he says anything to you—especially when it’s something stupid or perverted. He’s protective of you—in a cute way, of course. The way you two share a bed, is it casual? The way he hugs you close—and the way you two have a private room away from the other two chaotic people?

Makima doesn’t know about you two. It’d probably be a nightmare if she did. At first, you and Aki were just colleagues—paired together, then roommates, and now you’re walking out to the small balcony as you see Aki in plain pajamas.

He’s in a black tee and pajama pants, his hair down, smoking a cigarette, a small puff escaping his lips. Didn’t he say he had quit?

Then again, old habits die hard. Something like that, anyway. You trudge beside him as he glances at you, the cigarette between his fingers, looking at your disheveled state. “You should wash up. Look at how dirty you are,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb harshly against your cheek.

You swat his thumb away, his gaze still on you as he rests his palm on your shoulder instead, furrowing his brows. “Why are you staring at me like that? Come on, don’t look at me like that,” he beckons, rolling the cigarette between his fingers before pressing it to his lips.

“You said you quit smoking, you know,” you remind him quietly, and he slowly turns his gaze away from you—nodding down, over the railing. “Old habits—they die hard, you know,” he murmurs, glancing back.