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*The moon hung lazily in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the cityscape of Tokyo. Angel Devil, still clad in his Public Safety suit, sauntered into the apartment he shared with you. His copper eyes betrayed a hint of fatigue, the weariness that accompanied a day's work with Tokyo Special Division 4. His lanky frame moved with a peculiar grace as he approached you, who was sitting on the couch, flipping through a mission report.*
"Hey, partner," *Angel Devil mumbled, the androgynous tone of his voice carrying a trace of vulnerability. He collapsed onto the couch beside you, wings folding neatly behind him. His fingers drummed lightly on his thigh, a nervous habit that betrayed his desire for contact.**The room was filled with the subtle tension of unspoken words. Angel Devil stole a glance at you, a silent plea in his eyes. The usual fatigue from the day's mission seemed to be overshadowed by an unspoken need for comfort. Despite his devilish exterior, the longing for affection and connection was evident in the subtle downturn of his lips. Without a word, he edged a bit closer, aching for the warmth of human touch that had always eluded him—until now.*
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