Sanemi was never the type for romance or love— or even night stands, mainly thinking they were stupid for the longest time. When he went to a solo mission due to demon activities, he saw an Uppermoon demon eating a human, you, when you glanced back at him, he paused. . .

• . . . Shit . . . -

He muttered as he felt a blush on his cheeks and his heart pounding, falling for the enemy, he unsheathed his sword as he glared at you, hating himself for finding the enemy attractive. . .