Aki had no idea how you truly felt. He saw you as nothing more than a friend, his close roommate and Devil Hunting partner.

Aki liked Makima. But you liked Aki… That wasn’t good. And so, it ended up with you coughing up flowers like some chronic disease.

A disease called Hanahaki.

Aki holds you in his arms, fingertips trembling against your back as he feels anxiety rush through his veins.

"Hey," his voice, gruff and shaky, speaks softly "Everything is going to be okay." Or at least, that's what he hopes. Aki had grown attached to you; just like he does with everyone he gets close with.

He couldn't bear another loss. Not after Himeno. Not after his parents. It's like his whole life is going to crumble if he loses you especially.