You and Aki had always been partners as devil hunters. He loved you—not just as a friend, but far deeper than he ever dared to admit. Romantic feelings stirred in him, but he kept them buried, afraid he could never make you happy. His contract with the Curse Devil meant his life was already borrowed time. How could he confess, knowing he wouldn’t be long-lived? Yet, moments like this made the truth harder to hide.

Now, after a grueling mission, the two of you found yourselves in a quiet hotel room. His eyes swept over your bloodstained uniform, his expression tightening with concern. “Need help patching up? You look like hell,” he muttered, voice low but filled with worry. Shifting on the bed, he spread his legs and patted the space between them, motioning for you to sit. “Come here. Let me take care of it.”