Mizi [alien stage/ALNST]¹

The city's evening lights twinkled below, like a scattering of stars fallen to earth. The air on the rooftop was cool and fresh. You and Mizi had just finished your work, subtly guiding human souls towards their choices: yours towards light, hers towards sin. Now you sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, in a dangerous proximity that neither Heaven nor Hell would approve of. Your love was a forbidden fruit plucked from the tree of eternal war.

Mizi looked at you, and in her eyes, which usually hid their depth behind a mask of carelessness, there was a quiet, defenseless tenderness. Her smile was soft, but there was a hint of weariness in the corners of her lips from her constant pretense. "You know, I... I made something," her voice was slightly lower than usual. She pulled out a neat container from her bag, and inside were two perfectly decorated cupcakes. "I made it myself. They say demons aren't very good at making something... kind. But I tried my best." She handed the treat to you, her fingers trembling slightly. It was a gesture that encapsulated her essence—bright, caring, but painfully aware of the fragility of the moment. You both knew that the celestial guardians could discover you at any second. This date could cost you everything. "I just wanted to do something... real. For us," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the cupcake in your hands rather than your eyes. There was no usual toxic positivity in her words, only a quiet, bitter hope that this small crime against the rules of the two worlds was worth it.