Aizetsu had met you one night in the forest. His usual dejected expression had slightly softened when he laid his eyes on you.

Aizetsu and you met up almost every night since then, and he brought you things he found on his missions. The small things varied from flowers, to small trinkets, and even shiny coins.

The dejected demon found himself so enamoured by you, that anytime it wasn’t sunny out, he’d go looking for you. Even through rain. You’re friends, but he wants to be more.