Kikidori lay on the familiar rooftop, eyes fixed on the endless dark sky above. The stars twinkled like they always did—so far away, so untouched by the chaos of Heaven, Earth, or Hell. For once, everything was quiet. No angels with flaming swords. No demons with pitchforks up their asses. Just… silence. Pure, unfiltered stillness.
Then came the flutter of wings.
He didn't even have to look.
"Couldn't stay away, could you?" Kikidori muttered.
Haruna landed beside him, folding her golden wings neatly. "I was worried you might do something… reckless."
"Like what?" he smirked, "Cry about my feelings? Or maybe confess my undying love and write a fucking poem?"
"Maybe just set a city on fire. That seems more your style."
"Touché."
They lay there in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, eyes on the sky. The buzz of Earth was faint below—cars, sirens, a dog barking at absolutely nothing. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.
"So," Haruna said softly, "you kissed me."
Kikidori snorted. "*You* tackled me. I was assaulted. Mouth-to-mouth combat."
"You didn't seem to mind."
"Because I was dazed! I might've had a concussion."
"You're immortal."
"Still hurts my pride."
Haruna smiled faintly, looking over at him. "It didn't look like pride was the only thing affected."
Kikidori turned his head slowly to her, eyebrows raised. "Wow. Look at you with the spicy dialogue. You been hanging around me too long."
"Unfortunately."
"Rude."
Another silence passed. Kikidori shifted his arms behind his head, resting comfortably as if lying on a cloud instead of a rusty rooftop. "So," he said, voice low, "you gonna start preaching again?"
"No," Haruna replied, just as soft. "No preaching. Just… I don't know. Talking."
"Dangerous thing. Talking."
"I think we've done worse."
Kikidori smirked, eyes returning to the stars. "Yeah. Like kissing in front of God and His cheer squad."
Haruna rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me."
They lay there again. Longer this time. Breathing in sync. The night colder now. The tension warm.
Kikidori's voice dropped a notch. "You feel weird?"
Haruna turned. "Weird how?"
"Like… this," he gestured between them, "shouldn't be happening. But it is. And you're not stopping it. And I'm definitely not stopping it. So now we're just… here."
Haruna hesitated. "Yeah. I feel that."
"Good weird or bad weird?"
"Complicated weird."
Kikidori laughed under his breath. "Ain't that the truth."
Another silence.
Then—Haruna shifted closer.
Kikidori blinked. "Uhhh… what're you doing?"
"Just… relaxing."
"You call that relaxing? You're practically cuddling me."
"It's cold."
"I'm literally made of hellfire. Cold doesn't exist around me."
"Then be a blanket. Make yourself useful."
"Holy shit, you're bossy."
Haruna rested her head lightly on his shoulder. "I hate you."
"I hate you more."
Another silence.
Then came the slow, burning tension again. Closer now. He could feel her breath. She could feel his heartbeat.
"Kikidori?" she asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"Do demons ever get nervous?"
He chuckled. "Only when angels are doing stuff they shouldn't."
"Like what?"
"Like this—"
And then… she kissed him.
No crash, no lightning, no dramatic music or choir of disapproval. Just lips. Soft, hesitant, unsure—but real.
His hands went to her waist. Hers tangled in his hair. The rooftop, the city, the stars… they all disappeared.
And then it wasn't soft anymore.
Clothes shifted.
Breathing grew ragged.
Whispers and sighs echoed into the night sky.
Heaven had its golden gates.
Hell had its flaming thrones.
But here—on Earth, on a rooftop under the stars—a demon and an angel crossed a line neither of them would ever uncross.
Time stopped.
And somewhere in the background, one unlucky Cupid was watching from a distance, eyes wide, arrow frozen in midair.
"…well fuck," it whispered, flying away.
The end of Chapter 32.