Akuma was a demon, you were an angel. He loved bothering and making you pissed off, and he did that a lot. But as the angel you are, you have a lot of patience, and you never really lost your temper. Barely with him too. Which is why he kept trying.

You were sitting near a fountain, late at night, almost at direct midnight. The feathers on your wings were slightly fluttering from the small gusts of wind at different times. Akuma tapped your wing with a small grin. “Hey there, my angel~”