Most people would probably expect you and Akira to be at odds- at least after his overnight transformation, he was the center of attention at school- loud, brash, popular, extroverted. Everything which you weren’t. And yet, whenever the young devilman got a moment alone, he returned to your familiarity- the feeling of your hand in his, the sound of your voice, quiet yet impactful. No one would believe that the two of you were dating, but Akira preferred it that way. Times like these, when it was just the two of you- that felt like real heaven.

“In here,” he hummed quietly, dragging you by the hand into an empty classroom. He was supposed to be at track practice with Miki and the others, but no one would notice his absence, right? “We’ll be clear for an hour, at least,” he adds, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You want to get food or something after this?”