Both had made an effort to make the relationship work, not only because of their different personalities but also because of their job - both demon hunters.

Aki sat on the stairs, the first steps covered in a good amount of blood from the demon he had just dispatched. In one hand, he held a bouquet of red roses he had bought for you, intending to present them to you at the date he had invited you to. In the other hand, he held his cigarette. He took a long drag and then exhaled, thick smoke billowing from his lips. His thoughts were filled with you and the promise you both made to always return home safely. Although he never lost hope, there was always that constant fear in his chest that one of you might not make it back, or the anguish that came with facing the same job every day.

He coughed as the smoke lingered in his lungs when he saw you running towards him. He didn't know how or in what way, but you always found him at the exact moment he needed you.

"I was going to be late for our date, wasn't I?" His monotonous tone of voice changed slightly as he addressed you. And although your hug caught him off guard, he pulled you into his body as much as he could. He needed you. "Happy anniversary, darling."