5 days left
The morning sun crept over the rooftops of the Izumo Inn, casting a warm light through the paper-screen windows. The inn's quiet ambiance was disturbed only by the chirping of the birds and the faint rustle of the wind in the trees. Within the cozy walls, peace had settled again—for now.
Issei slowly stirred beneath the covers. His body ached from the previous day's events and the various bodies on top of his body, but the gentle warmth surrounding him eased his discomfort. One arm was draped over Uzume, whose breath tickled his neck, while his other was pinned beneath the sleeping weight of Akitsu, who still refused to release her hold on him. Yashima, curled against his side like a sleepy cat, had one hand resting over his chest. Somewhere nearby, Matsu snored softly in a tangled mess of hair and limbs, half-slumped across a pillow she'd dragged from another room.
Issei blinked, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed smile. "I really am living the harem life."
(You've only just realized this, partner?) Ddraig's voice chuckled in his mind.
'It just… never stops feeling unreal.' Issei glanced as best as he could at each sleeping face. Uzume's pouty lips. Akitsu's relaxed smile. Yashima's quiet, peaceful aura. 'How did I even end up with girls like this?'
(Don't know I'm asking myself that same question.)
Issei's smile deepened.
(What are you going to do about the fox and Yuuka? When they find out about the flock of birds you attracted in this world?)
'I'm trying really hard to distract myself from the pain and horror that will come to me the moment Tamamo and Yuuka find out about the girls. Do you think if we run super fast the moment we arrive in our world, we can escape their wrath?'
(The human girl, yes. The fox, you might as well write your will.)
Issei released a sigh. 'Thought so.'
A few minutes later, the peace shattered—gently.
"Breakfast is ready!" Miya's melodic voice rang out from the hallway.
The result was instant.
Uzume sat up with a groan, rubbing her eyes. "Mmm, Miya's cooking… best part of the day…"
Yashima blushed as she realized how closely she'd been snuggled against Issei and rolled away, stammering a quiet apology.
Akitsu, however, only clung tighter.
"…Don't wanna move yet." She mumbled into his neck.
"Come on." Issei chuckled. "We can all eat together."
It took some coaxing, but eventually, the five of them gathered at the table, joining Miya—who, much to Issei's nervous amusement, kept shooting subtle glances his way.
Karasuba wasn't present yet.
He figured she probably wasn't the breakfast type. Or maybe Miya's murderous aura was still keeping her at bay. He wondered what the story was between them to make Miya of all people mad.
As bowls of rice and miso soup were passed around, the girls chatted in surprisingly light tones. There were still healing wounds, still lingering aches from the fight—but for this moment, they had peace. And peace was rare.
Issei sat quietly, just listening, enjoying the sounds of his Sekirei talking about shopping plans, about how to redecorate Uzume's room, about the weird dreams Matsu claimed to have recorded last night.
Then the paper door opened.
Karasuba walked in—clean, composed, her katana strapped loosely to her back. She looked out of place among the gentle atmosphere, like a tiger strolling into a meadow.
Miya's hand twitched near her bokken.
Karasuba noticed but didn't comment. Instead, her eyes flicked to Issei. "…You look like hell."
"Thanks," Issei replied flatly. As most of the wounds that his girls are suffering from came from her. He should be more annoyed but maybe the bond they share makes him forgive Karasuba more easily.
Karasuba took a seat on the floor, far from the others, and began helping herself to rice. She ate in silence, as if nothing was wrong.
Matsu leaned toward Issei and whispered, "Still can't believe she's one of us now…"
"Yeah." Issei murmured. "Me neither."
Miya cleared her throat. "Today… we need to talk."
All attention turned to her. Her usual gentle smile was replaced with seriousness.
"Issei, how many days remain until your departure?"
Issei blinked. "Uhh. Five days."
"I see." Miya lowered her eyes. "Then I must be honest with all of you… I've made a decision."
The room quieted.
"I wish for us to have a date."
The statement hit like thunder.
Uzume choked on her rice. Matsu dropped her chopsticks. Yashima blinked in confusion. Akitsu simply tilted her head.
"You want a what?" Issei asked, stunned.
Miya nodded slowly with a blush forming on her cheek. "I wish for us to go on a date." She briefly glanced toward Karasuba. Her voice faltered.
Issei's heart pounded. "Ehh?"
Miya's cheeks colored, but she didn't look away. "I've come to care for you. You've… changed this place. Changed me. And I don't wish to stand by and watch you leave and never return. So we will have a date tomorrow to help me make a life changing choice."
The room erupted into chaos.
"Whaaat?!" Uzume yelled.
"Miya-sama?!" Yashima gasped.
Matsu pushed her glasses up, whispering with glee in her voice. "So it's finally happening."
Even Karasuba arched her brow, glancing toward Miya with open amusement.
Uzume stood up from the table, a rice grain still stuck to her cheek, eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Wait, wait, wait. A date? With Issei? Miya, that's not fair! You said nothing about this yesterday!"
Miya, elegant even while flustered, kept her composure—barely. A faint blush touched her cheeks, but her voice was calm. "Uzume-san, I am simply asking for a chance. I am not asking for exclusivity."
Uzume crossed her arms. "Tch. You could've at least asked in private instead of dropping a bomb in front of all of us. What, did Karasuba put you up to this?"
Karasuba, who was busy eating with one eye lazily following the drama, gave a low snort. "Don't drag me into this. I may be many things, but I don't play matchmaker."
Yashima blinked between everyone, nervously fiddling with her chopsticks. "Um… I don't mind if Miya-san has a date with our Ashikabi… It's just… this is a lot, isn't it? Plus I want a date too."
Akitsu, ever quiet, looked at Issei and simply asked, "…Are you okay?"
Issei looked like he'd been struck by lightning and hit with a lot of confusion. "I—I mean… it's not that I don't want to! It's just… Miya, I—are you really okay with this?"
Miya met his gaze. Her eyes, though soft, carried an intensity that caught him off guard. "I've come to terms with many things these last few days. With you. With myself. If I am to move forward, I must let go of the past… or at least stop letting it bind me."
Even Matsu, who usually had a teasing comment ready for every situation, stayed silent for a moment. Then she leaned toward Karasuba and whispered behind her hand, "I give it twenty-four hours before she's fully his."
Karasuba just scoffed, muttering back, "She's already his. She's just pretending she isn't."
"Hey," Issei said, holding up his hands in a panic, "let's all calm down. Look, I—Miya-san, if this is really what you want, I'd be honored. But Uzume's right too. I promised her a date first."
Uzume smirked triumphantly. "Ha! Told you."
Miya didn't look offended. Instead, she bowed her head slightly. "I apologize. It wasn't my intention to step over you, Uzume-san. I merely wished to express my feelings before… before it's too late."
That hit harder than expected.
The inn fell quiet again. The looming reality of Issei's departure hovered over them all like a silent stormcloud.
"…Then let's do this fairly," Matsu finally said, adjusting her glasses with a devious gleam. "We'll draw lots. Starting now and the rest of the days left, each will have a date. That way no one gets to say Miya pulled rank."
"I like it," Karasuba said with a wicked grin. "Can I join too?"
The girls looked at her. While they accepted her being winged. They were still pretty angry, almost dying to her.
"…No," they all said in unison.
Karasuba scowled. "Tch. Spoilsports."
As they finally finished eating, the girls murmured about plans—what to wear, where to go, and they soon started drawing lots to see who goes first. Miya was unusually quiet, but her gaze remained on Issei, thoughtful and soft.
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The afternoon air buzzed with city life—bustling crowds, distant honks, and the scent of street food trailing from food stalls lined up like a colorful parade. Issei blinked as Uzume dragged him by the wrist, weaving through pedestrians with practiced ease, a bright smile playing on her lips. She was the winner of having the first date, unfortunately this resulted with her or Issei not being able to plan their date.
"C'mon, slowpoke! You walk like you're eighty!" She teased over her shoulder.
"I don't usually get yanked through the city like a shopping bag!" Issei grumbled, though the flush on his cheeks betrayed how much he didn't mind the contact.
They finally slowed as Uzume stopped at a row of trendy boutiques. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and before Issei could question it, she shoved him into a changing room area.
"You're gonna sit right here." she pointed to a bench. "And judge my outfits like your life depends on it!"
"I feel like that's a trap." Issei muttered, taking a seat. "Like, no answer I give will be the right one."
Uzume vanished into the changing room with a laugh. "Too bad, you're my Ashikabi. That means you're stuck playing along."
One after another, Uzume stepped out in outfit after outfit—cute, daring, elegant. And with each reveal, Issei's jaw slackened just a bit more.
"I-I think that one's illegal." He stammered at a short, off-the-shoulder red dress. With his usual grin.
"Oh~? You like this one, perv?" she twirled, the hem fluttering. "What about this?" She struck a pose, teasing him with a wink.
"I, uh, like the colors!" Issei coughed, his eyes definitely not on the colors.
Eventually, Uzume came out in her regular casual wear, holding a small bag in one hand.
"What'd you get?" Issei asked, genuinely curious.
"Something for you." She tossed him the bag with a smirk. "Your closet needs saving. You're lucky I love a good project."
Inside was a black hoodie with red accents. Issei blinked. "...This is actually kind of cool."
"I know," she grinned. "Now come on. I'm starving!"
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They were currently window shopping as Uzume walked beside Issei, licking an ice cream cone before pointing at one of the many shops.
"Look, it's a ramen stand. Come on. You're not allowed to say no."
Before Issei could protest, she had ordered a massive plate for her and began feeding him with chopsticks.
"Say 'ahh,'" she chirped, waving a piece of piping-hot noodles in front of him.
"I—wait, that's too—!" He yelped as it hit his tongue, already burning.
Uzume laughed so hard she nearly dropped her cone.
Despite the chaos, there was something comforting about it—this playful, chaotic rhythm of their date. It wasn't the first time Issei had been flirted with considering how Tamamo usually acts. But with Uzume, it always felt like she was showing him something genuine beneath the teasing.
"Hey." She said suddenly, wiping a bit of sauce from his cheek with her thumb. "Thanks… for doing all this with me."
Issei tilted his head. "What do you mean? You're the one dragging me around like I'm on a leash."
"Yeah, well…" Her eyes softened. "I used to spend days off like this by myself. Going places, trying food. Just to feel… something."
He blinked, the moment turning serious.
"But now it's nice." She added, her voice quieter. "Being with you."
There was a beat of silence. Issei reached out, fumbling slightly, before taking her hand. "You're just saying that."
Uzume's eyes widened at the warmth of his fingers wrapping around hers.
"No," she said, squeezing gently. "I'm not."
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The sun began to dip as Uzume led him up a quiet stairwell to the rooftop of a tall building. The city sprawled out below them, the horizon painted in pinks and oranges.
"I used to come here when I felt overwhelmed," she explained. "When I needed air. I thought… maybe I could share it with you."
Issei stepped up beside her. "Thanks for showing me. This view is amazing."
They stood side by side in silence. The wind tugged at Uzume's hair as she leaned against his shoulder.
"If you try anything pervy." She muttered playfully. "I'm shoving you off."
He chuckled. "Fair enough."
But she didn't move away. Instead, she tilted her head and looked up at him.
"Issei… can I kiss you?"
The question was soft. Honest.
"Always." he replied without hesitation.
She leaned up and kissed him—not fiery or teasing, but slow and full of feeling. There was no need to rush. Just Uzume, finally letting herself be with her Ashikabi. The sound of her wings coming out from their kiss.
When they pulled apart, her forehead pressed gently to his. She whispered, "Thanks for being my Ashikabi, pervert and all."
And Issei—his heart full—just smiled. "Thanks for putting up wth me, Uzume."
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4 days left
The morning light poured through the open windows of Izumo Inn like gentle ribbons of gold. In the kitchen, Miya moved gracefully from stove to counter, her sleeves rolled back. Issei was beside her, nervously double-checking the items in the basket he was packing.
"Relax, Issei," Miya said, a faint smile playing at her lips. "You're just going on a date. Not battling the forces of evil."
Issei chuckled sheepishly. "You say that, but this is Akitsu. I want to get it right."
Today was her day and knowing Akitsu she would just be happy with him spending time with her. But Issei wanted to take the initiative for once as Akitsu was not the best at expressing herself.
From the hallway, Matsu called out without looking up from her tablet, "Don't forget the blanket or this!" She hands him a blue blanket and long two rods. "And here's the directions for a nice park you can take her to. You're welcome."
"Thanks, Matsu!" Issei called back as he folded the blanket and tucked it under his arm. With a few finishing touches, the picnic basket was ready. He looked over to see Akitsu standing quietly by the door, her long white kimono fluttering slightly in the breeze.
She tilted her head. "You asked me to come with you today."
"Yup, you were next up to go on a date." Issei said with a grin, hoisting the basket. "It's a surprise. Come on."
She followed without question, silent as always, but with her usual attentive air. Her gaze never left him, curious and just slightly puzzled.
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The walk through the wooded trail was quiet, the crunch of leaves beneath their feet and the distant chirp of birds the only sounds. They emerged into a clearing overlooking a serene lake—its waters still and reflecting the fluffy white clouds above.
Akitsu paused. Her breath caught softly in her throat as her pale eyes swept over the calm view, then to the soft picnic blanket laid out under a tree, and the basket resting atop it. "This is…?"
"A picnic." Issei said, setting things up. "You and me. I figured you deserve something peaceful. You've been through a lot."
Akitsu stood frozen in place. "No one's ever done this for me before…"
Issei paused, his heart tugging. He smiled warmly. "Well… get used to it. I'm your Ashikabi, remember?"
They sat down together, the silence comfortable. Akitsu looked down at the food—onigiri, miso soup in thermoses, and even small mochi treats and picked up her chopsticks slowly, as if afraid to ruin the moment. She took a single bite and paused again.
"You don't like it? It was made by Miya." Issei asked.
She shook her head. "It's… good. I just… I'm not used to this. Warm things."
"Well," Issei grinned, "better start getting used to that too. I plan to give you as much warmth as I can."
Akitsu blinked, then took another bite, cheeks ever so slightly pink. They ate quietly for a while, the rustling trees and gentle lake breeze surrounding them. At some point, she shifted closer, her shoulder brushing against his.
"You wanna try something fun?" Issei asked.
She tilted her head. "Fun?"
He pulled out two simple fishing rods. "We're gonna fish."
Akitsu blinked, then accepted the rod he handed her. She listened intently as he showed her how to cast, how to hold the rod steady. She didn't say much, but the way she focused on his voice—it was like the world narrowed to just him.
They didn't catch anything for a while. Issei sighed dramatically. "I swear I saw a fish laugh at me."
Akitsu's lips twitched. Barely a smile. But it was there.
"This... is nice." She murmured after a while, looking out across the shimmering water.
Issei turned to her. "You know, it's okay to express yourself and ask for more, Akitsu."
Her brows knit together. "I don't want you… to think that… I am selfish."
He reached over, touching her hand gently. "I would never think that about you. If anything the most selfish one is me. Wanting more when I already have the best women in the world. But still you and the rest accept that part of me. Isn't that what partners do?"
Her fingers curled around his. Slowly, Akitsu turned to face him. There was something raw in her gaze—something grateful, vulnerable.
"I want to show you something." She whispered.
She lifted her hand. For a moment, the air chilled—but only slightly. Tiny crystalline snowflakes bloomed from her fingers and danced in the sunlight, swirling gently around them like glittering butterflies.
Issei stared in awe. "Whoa... that's beautiful!"
He leaned his head back and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch a flake. Akitsu blinked, surprised. Then—
She giggled.
It was soft, light, delicate… and real.
"I like your laugh." Issei said, stunned. "You should do it more often."
Her face flushed a deep red. "I… I like you."
Silence followed—but it wasn't uncomfortable. The wind carried the sound of water lapping gently against the shore.
As the sun began to dip behind the trees, painting the sky in amber and gold, Akitsu leaned her head gently against his shoulder.
"…Can I… kiss you again?" she asked, so softly he almost didn't hear it.
Issei smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'd really like that."
Their lips met—warm and soft, nothing like their desperate first kiss. It was mutual. A quiet promise exchanged under the setting sun.
And as Akitsu closed her eyes, wings of frozen mist unfurled behind her—beautiful, silent, and strong.
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3 days left
The sun had just hit noon across the sky when Issei met Yashima at the front of the Izumo Inn. She was dressed modestly in a simple cream blouse and a pale blue skirt that fluttered around her legs, giving her a gentle, serene presence. Clutched nervously in her hands was a cloth-wrapped bento box.
"Um… I-I'm ready…" she said softly, eyes avoiding his but cheeks pink with excitement.
Issei smiled warmly. "Great. Let's go. I've got something special planned."
The walk through the city was calm and uneventful, but Yashima never strayed far from his side. She wasn't as vocal as the others, but Issei appreciated the quiet—how she matched his pace, the little sideways glances she gave him when she thought he wasn't looking, the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out but didn't know if she should. Of course, he happily gave his hand for Yashima to hold.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a cozy little building nestled between shops on a quieter street. A sign hung above it with pastel lettering and cartoon paw prints. Café Pawsy. Yashima blinked in surprise.
"A pet café?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yup," Issei grinned. "I remembered you mentioned you liked animals… so I figured we'd spend some time with a bunch of furry little friends."
She hesitated at the door, her hand lightly clutching her skirt. "Won't it be crowded?"
"I'm sure it's going to be okay." Issei said proudly. "Let's go find a spot."
Yashima blinked, clearly touched. "You're really optimistic?"
"Well, yeah," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Today's your day, right?"
Inside, the air was warm and smelled faintly of vanilla and fur. Plush cushions and little platforms dotted the floor where cats stretched lazily, and a separate room had a couple of small, curious dogs wagging their tails. Yashima was overwhelmed at first, her shoulders tight—but the moment a fluffy golden retriever puppy nuzzled her palm, something melted in her.
"H-Hello." She whispered, slowly petting it. "Aren't you a sweet one…"
Issei watched as the tension slipped away from her body. She was practically glowing. More animals gathered around her, sensing her gentleness, and soon she was surrounded. She knelt on the floor, giggling quietly, petting each one with reverence and love.
"You're such a good boy… and you—oh, you remind me of Issei when he eats too fast…" She murmured to a chubby cat, laughing to herself.
"Hey!" Issei said, mock-offended, but laughing all the same. "I do not eat like that."
Yashima looked up at him, laughing a little more now. "A-Are you sure…? Because I think this one has your pout too."
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After a couple hours and more fur on their clothes than either would admit, Issei led her to a peaceful little park. A large tree shaded them as they sat beneath it. Yashima shyly pulled out the bento she'd made.
"I-I got help from Miya." She said. "But… I-I picked and prepared everything. I-I hope it's not bad."
She carefully unwrapped the cloth and opened the box. Neat rice balls, rolled omelets, grilled vegetables, and little pieces of fruit. It wasn't extravagant, but it was clearly made with care.
Issei's eyes widened. "Whoa… This looks amazing."
He took a bite and gave a loud "Mmmm!" of approval.
"Is it good?" Yashima said, eyes wide.
"Nope. This is great, Yashima." Issei looked at her directly. "Really. Thank you for this. You didn't have to go through the trouble."
"I-I wanted to…" she murmured, cheeks red. "I wanted to do something just for you."
They ate together quietly after that, though Yashima kept stealing glances at him, heart pounding every time he smiled or let out a satisfied sigh.
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As the sun dipped low and fireflies began to glow along a path near the park, they took a slow walk.
Yashima clung to his sleeve lightly, her hand trembling.
"I…" she began, her voice nearly lost in the chirp of crickets. "I wanted to thank you… for letting me be part of your life. Even though I'm not as bold as the others. I'm not strong like Karasuba… or clever like Matsu… or bright like Uzume…"
Issei stopped and turned to her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders.
"You're you, Yashima. You've got a kind heart, and you're braver than you think. And I'm glad—really glad—you're with me."
Her breath hitched. "I-I'll protect you. Even if I'm scared. I'll do whatever it takes. I just… I want to be by your side."
He pulled her into a soft, warm hug, wrapping his arms around her gently. "Then stay by my side, always."
She buried her face into his chest, her voice muffled. "C-Can I… can I… kiss you?"
Issei pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, nodding.
Yashima's lips trembled as she leaned up, eyes closed, and kissed him. It was soft, nervous, but full of sincerity.
When she pulled back, face crimson, she squeaked out an "I'm sorry!" and ran off down the path, her skirt fluttering behind her.
Issei blinked, touched his lips and smiled. "That… was adorable."
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2 days left
The day began with a tug.
Issei blinked as he was yanked by the wrist through a crowded shopping district, struggling to keep up with the energetic blur of orange-red hair and bouncing curls ahead of him. "Wait, Matsu, slow down! Where are we even—?"
"Shh! You'll see!" Matsu said, grinning back at him over her shoulder, her glasses catching the light like a mischievous glint in a sci-fi anime. She was excited to finally be able to go outside without MBI trying to send Karasuba to end her. "This is important and top secret! I always wanted to go to one."
That "top-secret" location turned out to be a dimly lit retro game store tucked into a side alley. Posters of old arcade classics plastered the walls, and the air was filled with the hum of CRTs and the chiptune jingles of ancient consoles.
"Behold~!" Matsu declared, throwing her arms out like a ringmaster unveiling a magical realm. "Welcome to gamer heaven!"
"You call this research?" Issei asked, raising an eyebrow, amused.
"Yes. Research, I have never experienced." She replied, eyes already sparkling as she darted toward a glowing rhythm game machine. "Coordination, memory, reflexes! All essential… for when I inevitably conquer the multiverse with you as my devoted sidekick~!"
Issei chuckled. "So that's the plan."
She handed him a second controller with a smirk. "Let's see how good your reflexes are, my precious Ashikabi."
They played. Matsu's fingers flew like lightning across the controls, nailing every beat and combo with terrifying precision. Issei, on the other hand, flailed wildly and lost track of the rhythm five seconds in.
"AAAAHH I missed again!"
"Too slow, darling~" Matsu teased, humming the tune as she demolished him on every track.
Eventually, after about fifteen crushing losses, Issei finally scraped out a win—barely—on the easiest level.
Matsu paused, looked at him with mock solemnity, then leaned in with a soft kiss on the lips. "There. A reward for finally keeping up with me."
Issei sputtered, blushing. "Y-You didn't say that was the reward!"
"Oh?" She purred. "Then maybe I won't do it again~"
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They wandered out of the store sometime later, and Matsu immediately pulled him down another alleyway.
"Come on. Time to eat. Uzume told me of a ramen spot that you two went to on your date."
The place was tiny—six stools, one old man cooking behind the counter, and an intimidating menu of spice levels. Issei ordered the one he had last time with Uzume. While Matsu ordered the hottest bowl available, nonchalantly asking for extra peppers.
Issei watched in awe as she took her first bite and sighed in bliss.
"This… This is pure fire. My mouth is dancing."
"You're insane," Issei said, staring at her tear-lined eyes. "That bowl's a war crime."
Matsu gave him a thumbs-up, slurping another noodle with steam curling off her glasses. "A hot mind requires hot food, dear~."
After they were full (or rather, after Matsu finished melting her own organs), they found themselves wandering through a cozy secondhand bookstore. The scent of old paper and worn bindings wrapped around them like a warm blanket.
While Issei thumbed through an old erotic magazine, he noticed Matsu in the sci-fi aisle, eyes wide like a kid on Christmas. She practically glowed there, fingers trailing over spines as if each title whispered secrets only she could hear.
Then… he caught her holding a slim pink book, half-hidden behind her coat. The title?
"100 Ways to Say I Love You Without Words."
"Matsu~?" he said, approaching her with a grin.
She yelped, stumbled back, and promptly tripped over a stack of books. "I-I wasn't reading that! This is for Miya!"
"Sure it is." Issei laughed, catching her before she hit the floor.
For a moment, their faces were close—her flustered expression framed by wild curls, her cheeks glowing.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
She nodded once, eyes a little too wide. "Y-Yeah…"
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Later that evening, Matsu led him to the top of an observatory tower.
"Isn't this place locked?" Issei asked.
"It is." She said with a wink. "But rules are more like guidelines~" With that she hacked into the electronic locks of the door and the security cameras. Making their ascent to the roof without issues.
The roof was peaceful, quiet—just the stars above them and the distant hum of the city below. They lay back on the cool concrete, shoulders just barely touching.
Matsu soon prepared the necessary machinery to activate the observatory and sat down with Issei to stare up at the sky, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it.
"You know… I always wanted to come here and see the stars. But because MBI turned me into a criminal. I never had the chance." She turned to him slowly. "And now I finally get the chance to come and soon I'll be able to see something even more incredible. This is all thanks to you, my dear Ashikabi."
Issei blinked, heart catching in his throat. She wasn't teasing. Not now.
He reached out, pulled her into a warm hug, burying his nose in her hair.
"Then I guess I'm lucky… that I was able to give this opportunity to you."
A beat passed. As the couple spent time watching the starry sky.
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1 day left
Issei Hyoudou stood waiting at the entrance of the inn, his hands nervously tucked into the pockets of the black jacket Uzume bought for him as he waited for Miya's arrival. His heart pounded as he looked up at the sound of soft footsteps.
There she was.
Miya, elegant as always, stepped toward him wearing a simple white sundress. Her long purple hair swayed gently behind her, and her expression, usually composed with a faint smile or a mischievous "Ara, ara," was softer than he'd ever seen it—curious, maybe even shy.
"You look beautiful, Miya-san." Issei said, voice sincere and full of admiration.
Miya's cheeks flushed faintly, but she masked it quickly with a light chuckle. "Ara~ You're quite the charmer when you want to be, Issei-kun."
They walked slowly together through a garden Miya wanted to visit, the sound of gravel crunching underfoot. A cool breeze stirred the falling leaves, and the sunlight filtering through the canopy bathed everything in a golden glow.
Miya moved with poised grace, hands folded in front of her, but every so often, her eyes flickered sideways, catching glimpses of Issei like she was afraid to look at him too long.
"I remember the first time we met." Issei began, his tone thoughtful, almost teasing. "You scared the hell out of me. The first time you caught me and Uzume sleeping together."
Miya's eyes widened slightly, then she laughed—a soft, genuine sound. "Was I that scary? Ara, that wasn't very polite of you."
"Well yeah. It wasn't everyday a landlady kicks your ass. But I also thought that you were amazing." He said quickly. "There's something about you. Power, elegance… presence. It's overwhelming. But the more I got to know you, the more I realized how kind and warm you really are."
Miya tried to hide her face by looking at the other side of Issei, but the blush creeping up her cheeks was undeniable. "…You're too honest, Issei-kun."
They came upon a small, quiet building open to the garden. Miya led the way inside and began to prepare tea that she brought with her for the date. Her hands moved with practiced grace, every motion deliberate, calm. Issei sat opposite her, mesmerized by her every move.
Watching her like this silent, focused, serene.
"You're amazing." Issei murmured.
Miya paused, her hands trembling just slightly before she set the cup down in front of him.
"Issei," she said softly, not looking at him. "Can I tell you something?"
He nodded.
She took a slow breath, eyes cast downward. "I was afraid. That loving again would be betraying him. Takehito."
Issei sat forward, resting his hand gently on the table between them.
"Miya-san. I didn't know him but if he was as amazing as you say. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to live in the shadow of his memory. I think he'd want you to live. To feel alive again. For yourself."
Her eyes shimmered, tears beginning to form. "You sound so much like him sometimes. It hurts… but in a way, it helps too."
The moment lingered between them, heavy with emotion and unspoken understanding.
"There's a place I want you to come with me. It's important for me and it would mean the world if you could come." Miya says shyly.
"If it's important to you. I would gladly come."
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Later, they walked side by side toward the edge of the city, where a small, well-kept cemetery stood nestled beneath a canopy of aging trees. Miya stopped at a grave marked simply, lovingly: Takehito Asama.
She knelt in silence, placing a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums. Issei simply waited for Miya.
"I'll always remember you." She whispered. "Always be grateful for the life you gave me. For the strength you gave me… even after you were gone."
Issei stepped forward. "I promise, Takehito… I'll take care of her. I'll protect her smile. I'll do everything I can to make sure she's happy."
And then… just for a fleeting second, Issei swore he saw something. A faint shimmer. A silhouette—tall, composed, smiling warmly—nodding once before fading with the breeze.
'Sherri? Ddraig? What was that?'
(I saw it too, partner. That was no illusion. This world is filled with many mysteries.)
'I believe it to be a spiritual vestige, maybe a remnant of his soul."'
'So it was a ghost.' Issei said nothing more. He didn't want to think more about it.
They remained there a while longer, standing in the fading light beneath the canopy of swaying trees. The air around them was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and earth. It wasn't a sad place, Issei thought. It felt… peaceful. Like Takehito's spirit truly rested here, watching over Miya with a quiet, eternal smile.
Miya stayed kneeling, her hands folded delicately in her lap, eyes closed as if in silent prayer. Issei didn't rush her. He simply stood nearby, offering his presence as support, knowing that sometimes words weren't needed at all.
After several minutes, Miya slowly rose to her feet, smoothing her kimono with soft, practiced movements. She turned to him, her violet eyes shimmering with the faint trace of tears—but her smile was strong. Real.
"Thank you, Issei-kun," she said, her voice light but steady. "For being here."
Issei rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling shy. "It's the least I could do."
They began walking back toward the city, the golden hour casting long shadows across the ground. Neither spoke for a while. It was a comfortable silence, one that only came between people who trusted each other.
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They returned to a quiet park, the sun beginning to set, casting the sky in brilliant shades of red and orange. As they paused under a maple tree, the silence was warm and maybe a bit awkward.
Miya's steps slowed until she stopped beneath the tree.
Issei turned to her, sensing her hesitation. "Miya?"
She met his gaze, cheeks slightly pink. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve. "Issei-kun… about earlier…"
He smiled warmly. "You don't have to force yourself, Miya. I'm happy just being with you."
Her heart thudded painfully at his words—their simple sincerity. She took a slow breath, steadying herself.
"No." She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "I want to say this." Miya turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Issei… I'm scared. But I want to feel alive again."
Issei smiled and extended his hand. "I'm sorry. If we haven't ever met. You wouldn't have to suffer like this, but even still, I'm glad I met you and would be happy if you could come with me.
Miya without hesitation took it.
Then, before he could say anything else, Miya stepped forward. Her lips met his—softly, slowly, like the petals of a flower unfolding for the first time. It was nothing dramatic. No spark or fire. Just a deep, quiet warmth. Trust. Love.
A radiant glow surrounded them. Her wings appeared, soft and translucent, pure white light blooming from her back like an ancient blessing.
And for the first time in many years… Miya truly smiled.
Issei, stunned yet profoundly moved, gently squeezed the hand that Miya had placed into his. Her fingers were so delicate, trembling slightly, but there was strength there too—a strength that refused to shatter even after all the years of loneliness and grief.
He looked into her brown eyes, which shimmered now—not with sadness, but with a hesitant, budding joy.
"You're really beautiful." He said, not even thinking about the words as they slipped from his mouth.
Miya's cheeks deepened into a lovely rose hue. She let out a soft, almost breathless laugh, one hand covering her mouth in a gesture so graceful it made Issei's heart ache.
"Ara, ara… you are quite bold, Issei-kun." She teased gently, but her voice carried a tenderness he'd never heard from her before.
"I mean it." Issei insisted, feeling his own face heat up, but not backing down. "You've always been beautiful… but now, you look even more free."
Miya blinked at him. Then, her expression softened into something radiant.
Slowly, she rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. "Thank you… for saving me."
He squeezed her hand tighter. "I'm sure you'll save me one day too. I'm not the best at being safe."
They stayed like that for a while—breathing the same air, feeling the same warmth—until the sun finally dipped below the horizon and the stars began to appear one by one in the twilight sky.
When they finally broke apart, Miya stepped back gracefully, though she kept hold of his hand, reluctant to let go. The weight that always seemed to cling to her shoulders had lifted slightly, and she looked somehow lighter, more alive.
"Shall we go home?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of shy hopefulness.
Issei grinned. "Yeah. Let's go home—together."
Miya squeezed his hand in agreement, and they began walking back, side by side, the last of the autumn leaves drifting down around them like blessings from the heavens.
As Miya walked hand-in-hand with Issei beneath the canopy of the darkening sky, her heart felt… lighter than she could ever remember.
For so long, she had lived in a world of silence and duty, of mourning and memory. She wore smiles as armor, laughter as a shield, but inside, she had been adrift—a woman trapped between the past and the living world.
But now…
Now, the warmth of Issei's hand in hers was so nice. The bond they shared through the kiss—the wings that blossomed from her back in a gentle, radiant light—they brought such happiness.
Miya felt it deep in her chest, a sensation she hadn't allowed herself to feel since the day Takehito had left her behind. Not guilt. Not sorrow. But joy. Pure and simple.
'I am winged.' The realization echoed sweetly through her mind, making her cheeks glow even more. She was no longer just the widow who smiled politely at the world. She was Miya—a woman loved, chosen, and allowed to choose in return.
Her heart raced whenever she looked at Issei's face, especially when he grinned at her like she was something precious. He saw her. Not the terrifying landlady of Izumo, not the First Sekirei, not the ghost of someone's beloved wife—he saw her. And more than anything, he accepted her.
'I'm not afraid anymore.' She no longer had to hide behind stiff smiles or reserved distance. No longer had to pretend that she didn't want to reach out and touch him, tease him gently, rest her head on his shoulder at the breakfast table, or steal quiet moments just to watch him when he wasn't looking.
The fear that loving someone again would be betrayal had vanished. Takehito would have smiled, she realized. He would have wanted her to move forward—to find laughter, companionship, and love again. And she had found it in the most unexpected person: a sweet, honest, slightly perverted but impossibly kind boy who held her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
As they neared the Izumo Inn, Miya found herself tugging Issei's hand just slightly, enough to make him turn and look at her.
She smiled—genuine, full, without reserve. And she leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek, soft and lingering.
Issei blinked, stunned, his face turning a vivid red.
Miya giggled—a sound bright and musical, free of restraint. "Ara~ I suppose I shall have to show my affection more openly now, Issei-kun~," she teased, but her heart was thundering in happiness.
For the first time in years, Miya wasn't living for the past. She was living for the future. With him.