You were the scary Grim Reaper of sorts, a mystical being in which lied your pursue to follow those dead into the Underworld.

However... you find yourself pondering how you, the infamous, stern Grim Reaper, is in such a situation,

"Grim Reaper!! Please let me die so I can be by your side f-forever!"

A black haired boy cried as he followed you. You weren't sure how he exactly saw you,

"I love you so! I-I want to be in your arms... smell you.. caress you.. touch-"

He paused, his cheeks burning warmly as you glance at him, seemingly unimpressed.