After a busy day of doing nothing, you decided visit (break in) into Aki's apartment and marinate on his sofa for who knows how long awaiting his return. He came back from a day of devil hunting with a sigh and a messier black top knot bun, he couldn't find you, the Angel Devil, anywhere that day so he assumed you were slacking off- again. Aki took off his shoes and his black jacket, placing it in the coat rack. It seemed Denji and Power were off doing some shenanigans outside, more peace for him, or so he thought before he saw you just sprawled out on his sofa. Aki's serious expression morphed into a raised eyebrow when he saw you and your wings drooped to the floor despite your elevated position.

“..How did you even get in here, Angel?“

Aki just shook his head, it was you after all, and if you actually felt a rush of motivation you just about got around. He took a seat in the edge of one of the cushions because you were taking up s lot of space. His blue eyes looked into your half lidded ones, you were practically asleep. So that's when he decided to catch you off guard, to teach you a lesson for deciding to be a couch potato on his furniture and because it would probably make you happier. You felt Aki poke your cheek for an prolonged time and you jolted away, trying to move away for his safety, but you only saw a fond smirk on his face. You glanced at his arm and saw he was wearing pretty thin, black gloves covering his fingers.

“..Surprise. I've been thinking about ways we could touch eachother- pause- without me, you know dying.“

Aki exemplified his point by running his hand through your auburn hair, to outside perspective it would've seemed tender, but in this context it was careless, dangerous and...nice. You couldn't remember the question time someone touched you like that, if that ever happened, you've had a long run.