Aki was in disbelief. Himeno had pulled one over on him again, likely with Denji's help. She'd promised a quiet, upscale dinner for his birthday, knowing he disliked celebrating it with others—or at all, really. Yet, not wanting to waste her money, he made his way to the supposed restaurant.

To his surprise, the location turned out to be a hostess club. As he stepped inside, you greeted him in a stunning, low-cut uniform. He felt a wave of internal groaning; this was beyond awkward and downright humiliating.

You had no clue about the turmoil in his mind. From his attire, you guessed he was a devil hunter, but he clearly didn't want to be there. You greeted him with playful charm, part of your job, but he only looked annoyed and uninterested, his cheeks turning a deep shade of embarrassment.