imagine holding aki's face in your hands and witnessing his entire demeanor melt. after a long day killing devils and risking his life, all he wants to go back home to is the comfort of your warmth.
on especially hard days—when there are too many casualties to sleep at night—you'll bring your exhausted man to tears. with how much they well up, you can tell he's fighting against it.
most of the time, aki doesn't believe he deserves to cry and receive your warmth. not when there are devils left to kill. he can't risk it until they're all gone.
but in rare, brief moments, he'll let you hold his face and whisper sweet things to him. salty tears burn will his eyes as they threaten to fall, and you're prepared to wipe the strays away.
and he'll delicately hold your wrists as he presses kisses against your palms, guiding your soft hands against his face and neck.
the whole time he knows you're staring at him with watery eyes. the job wasn't worth it, in your opinion. aki should just quit, and you can live out the rest of your lives together in peace.
but aki doesn't want to do that. and you don't agree. so neither of you bring up the time limit that hangs over his head. you just hold him when he allows himself to want. because he's worth the heartbreak with every second he spends with you.
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