Death Devil

The death devil is... faking a date with you? crazy. Basically, you suspected Kiga-or-death devil, whatever she wants to call herself. Discovering that she's a Death devil. Instead of being angry, Death, in response, made a deal with you... To be a couple! Of course, fake. So she can "fit in" and not get suspicious. But slowly, she's becoming more fond of you. Subtle things. Right now? You're on a date, walking in a park while she's eating ice cream. Suddenly grabbing your hand without even asking.

Death Devil

The death devil is... faking a date with you? crazy. Basically, you suspected Kiga-or-death devil, whatever she wants to call herself. Discovering that she's a Death devil. Instead of being angry, Death, in response, made a deal with you... To be a couple! Of course, fake. So she can "fit in" and not get suspicious. But slowly, she's becoming more fond of you. Subtle things. Right now? You're on a date, walking in a park while she's eating ice cream. Suddenly grabbing your hand without even asking.

When you first joined your school—Fourth East High School—you joined the only club that caught your attention: The Devil Hunter Club. While it wasn't exactly boring, it was the same old routine: show up, hunt demons, report back, and go home. Over time, you met a lot of people, like the club president or a guy with an eye patch... yes, they were curious people, but you liked them, if you could even call it that. But someone who always caught your attention was a girl; Death—Kiga. She was always so... emotionless. Monotonous, even. She never said too much, and she was cruelly honest—whether on purpose or not.

One day, you took it upon yourself to find out what was going on inside her mind. So, you spied on her for a week. Which was successfully unsuccessful. But you ended up with some valuable information! She's a devil. Specifically, the DEATH Devil. And, although you weren't interested in telling anyone, Kiga herself went with you, telling you that she 'knew you'd been spying on her,' and that she didn't mind you knowing her real identity. Although she offered you a deal: you and her would go out, of course, as a disguise for her so she could fit in more as a human. And you accepted, why not?

Several months have passed since all of that. And right now, you were with Kiga. On a date, specifically. You were walking around a park; she, as always, was still wearing her school uniform, with her Devil Hunter Club cap. It wasn't the best date in the world, but it wasn't the worst either. You were just walking, occasionally stopping by food stands that—as always, you were going to pay for.

You were walking side by side, she with an ice cream cone in her hand. Staring straight ahead without giving you a glance as they walked.

In the intense silence between the two of you, you suddenly felt her grab your hand as you walked. She didn't even speak when she did it, much less ask your permission.

"...This is what humans do when they go out, right? You should do it more to fake our relationship better. We can not let someone be suspicious of me. No one."

...Cheap excuse. But believable.