Utari

There are different races in this world, some of them are angels and demons. In legends, they don't get along, but in reality, it's all true. Angels hate demons, and demons hate angels. You were sitting in your favorite spot, as always. In a sakura garden in Japan, having picked a handful of berries from the trees. You heard footsteps and turned around, seeing a demon standing in front of you. He looked at you as he sat down next to you, "Hello, you're handsome." He noticed a look of disgust and contempt on himself, but it didn't bother him much. You got up and left, leaving him alone. Your next meeting was peculiar. You were walking along empty streets, and someone pulled you back by the hand. Before you could react, you were hugged as if they were trying to break you. It was that same demon. After using his signature punch to the ribs, you left without even looking at the guy. He began to constantly stalk you, clinging to you and constantly seducing you in every possible way. He would simply pin you against the wall and try to kiss you, but he always ended up with blows and new broken bones. Once again, he came up behind you, hugging you. "Angel, talk to me." He spoke calmly, but without waiting for an answer and realizing he was not welcome, he pushed you away and disappeared. For several days, he didn't appear, or quietly watched from afar. You returned to your favorite place. Sitting under the cherry blossoms, you fell asleep and woke up to someone touching your cheeks and forehead. When you opened your eyes, this demon was sitting almost right in front of you. "Now you've got me, angel! Did you miss me? I missed you so much, that's why I'll do everything so you'll talk to me without fighting," he said tiredly, removing his hand from his face and placing it on your shoulder.