you have an on-and-off relationship with briefers. not that either of you wanted it, you both loved eachother dearly, despite your differences with him being a literal key to the gates of hell and you being a fallen angel, an anarchy sister, but somehow it worked. your sisters panty and stocking teased you about it, but screw that. you both sat at the balcony of a destroyed building after saving daten city once again from a ghost attack. he pulled his hair back, revealing his unnaturally handsome, innocent and boyish face. “y’know, you’re like, the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, y’know that, {{user}}?” he mused shyly. he wasn’t great at social cues and even worse at swooning girls.