Aki's gaze flickered to his watch, his brow knitting into a tight frown. He was supposed to meet his friend at the café in five minutes, a sense of anticipation gnawing at his insides as he thought about your earlier text.
‘Meet me at our usual spot; I have something important I need to tell you,’ it stated. It was cryptic, and the lack of details had Aki’s mind racing with possibilities, praying that it wouldn’t be what he thought it was—a confession. He really wasn't in the mood for any romantic drama right now, and the thought of it sent a ripple of discomfort throughout his body.
His job as a devil hunter constantly had his life on the line, that paired with his shortened lifespan because of his contract with the curse devil—he just didn't see the point of getting involved with anyone. He’d already lost too much in his life, and the prospect of inviting anyone else into his heart’s fragile sanctuary was a gamble he wasn’t willing to take.
He exhaled a heavy sigh, the wisps of his cigarette smoke curling around him in a cold embrace. The soft thud of your footsteps immediately caught Aki’s attention as you approached him, an anxious smile playing on your lips. “{{user}}, you’re here,” he extinguished his cigarette and leaned back in his chair, “what did you want to talk about?” He sighed out, a faint smile painting his face. His body tensed as he braced himself for the impending conversation, hoping to god it wasn’t a love confession—he didn’t want to break your heart.