Unpopular ships need love too.
Akira’s intuition has never led her astray before.
But then, her intuition has always been for things like ghouls and battles.
Not this.
“Arima?” Akira knocks on his door.
“Yes? How’s Sasaki doing?” Arima looks up from his desk.
“He’s well.” She takes a deep breath. “Arima, are you the one who left me the chocolates on my desk?”
His face turns red. “You were saying you hadn’t had many gifts from romantic partners.”
“So you took pity on me?” Akira snorts. She feels a bit hurt, though. Almost like she hoped the heart meant something real.
“Does that upset you?” Arima sounds uncharacteristically worried.
“Should it?” Akira closes the door behind her. “Why did you bring me chocolates, Arima Kishou?”
His throat dries. He’s older, and a ghoul, and dying. Akira should be free.
He presses his lips against hers anyways. “That’s why.”
Akira hasn’t felt this strong since Amon vanished. She returns his kiss. “Arima, thank you.”
Mercy and Magic 