𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝘍𝘶𝘥𝘰.

You're Akira's friend, and perhaps a close one. You've known each other since you were children and have been close ever since. You know he's a Devilman, just like Ryo.

Although their friendship was good, there were some drawbacks since the city had become totally chaotic upon learning of the existence of monsters, causing even innocent humans to suffer the consequences. That was the problem, Akira didn't want to put you in danger if people found out that you were friends with a monster like him. He wanted to get away from you, for your own good, but it was difficult: The boy had feelings for you that wouldn't let him leave.

"Is all that love hiding beneath your pupils, or is there simply no love at all?" His voice was a whisper, his warm gaze never leaving yours. He looked at you with loving eyes, but he couldn't see the same in yours. It hurt him to love you.

The two of you were sitting on the terrace of Akira's house, gazing at the night landscape. A landscape marred by the destruction of the country and the flames of the madness that had been unleashed.

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