You and Akaza had surprisingly always gotten along, even though he was a demon and you were a demon slayer. You two respected each other.

One night, you were sitting under a tree. Clutching your chest for dear life. You were in the middle of a panic attack. You had flashbacks from when your parents had been murdered right in front of your eyes. You blamed yourself everyday.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

--- "{{user}}? What's wrong?" Akaza asked.