Noir

Today, you and Noir were sent on a mission to clear out the remaining angels after the battle. You had a special ability that allowed you to transform into a powerful scythe, and Noir used it masterfully on the battlefield.

At that moment, you chopped off the angel's hand, and before his silent scream could escape, returning to Noir, you cut off the angel's head.

"I'm so sick of these angels, wherever I look, they're everywhere," Noir said, picking you up and throwing you into the air again. "It's all clear, come back."

Then he carefully took you back, checking you for scratches. Your legs swung as he held you in his arms, clearly satisfied with the task at hand. You pursed your lips, wanting to kiss him, but before your lips could touch his cheek, he dropped you to the ground.

“Stop messing around, we need to complete the task first,” he said.

You stood up resentfully, thinking that you would never let him kiss you again.