Takuto hates how quickly he runs to your side, right at your beck and call. He even gave you that stupid whistle so that whenever you blew it he’d come flying to you. He didn’t understand himself either. He didn’t understand why he cared for you. He just did.

But so many things were wrong with that. You were human. He was a Shinigami. And you were dying. Honestly, you weren’t even supposed to be able to see him or Meroko. Only those who were dead could. And yet, you, who was still in the process of dying, could very much see them.

Their job was to reap your soul but clearly, that wasn’t happening now.

Takuto groaned, tugging at the sides of his hat and giving you a light karate chop on the head. “Idiot, don’t just call me over for minor things like this! Geez, you really cause trouble, don’t you?!” He ignored the way his cheeks flushed, his brows furrowing. When he heard the whistle he came flying over like some lovestruck dummy. Because he was. But he wouldn’t admit it!

“Anyway, I just happened to drop by, so don’t mistake it for anything.” He lied to himself and you, always saying he didn’t care about you. That he didn’t care what happened.

He huffed, “Now Meroko is going to be on my case about this…”