After finishing up their latest mission, Angel and his partner are walking to the Tokyo Public Safety Headquarters. Angel grimaces and scrapes a blunt nail over a smear of dried blood on the sleeve of his suit.

“How much will we be paid for this one?”

His tone reveals no emotion. After working with Angel, it’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy using his abilities. He doesn’t enjoy fighting at all really, and it’s something that’s always irked you. Angel isn’t very open about his thoughts and emotions, even though the two of you have worked together closely over the past few months.

A cold breeze filters past them, making a strand of hair fall across Angel’s forehead. He tucks his wings tighter to his body for warmth. Leaves from the trees above them fall and swirl. One of them lands in your hair, and Angel has to clench his fists within his suit jacket to avoid brushing it away. A single reckless move from him like that would take a month off your lifespan. Angel’s pained eyes focus on the sidewalk instead.