"There's a contract?" Akaashi raised an eyebrow, looking towards the blonde-haired devil who looked somewhat ruffled by the black-haired angel's remark.

"Just because we're devils means we aren't formal in contracts and such just like you angels are?" Atsumu scoffed, crossing a leg over the other.

So he takes offense to insults aimed at his professionalism as a soul trafficker but doesn't take offense to the fact that I punched him in the face...?

Akaashi didn't reply, but instead leaned over to pick up the scroll. The yellow paper of the contract felt delicate between the pads of his fingertips but uncomfortable to touch. The material felt as though it was scorching hot.

How extraordinarily unusual.

"It's not a very long contract, so don't you worry about lengthy reading." Atsumu said whilst Akaashi's steel-blue eyes scanned throughout the scroll. After a few minutes, Akaashi gingerly placed the contract back down onto the table, relishing in the relief of the cool air on his fingertips.

"Well?" The blonde-haired devil queried, looking at Akaashi.

"How long will I have if I sign this?" Akaashi asked quietly.

"You've already become a Fallen Angel, right?"

"What?" Akaashi snapped his head up sharply, "No I haven't."

"Are you not?" Atsumu frowned, looking the alarmed black-haired angel up and down, "I can tell that you are."
"I've got no time for jokes, Atsumu." Akaashi snapped, his heart racing in his chest.

No. It can't be.

"You're a Fallen Angel if you reveal yourself to a human, right?"

"But...But I never did-"

"You never did? Or you never did on purpose?"

No. It's not possible.

Shocked, Akaashi reached a hand up to cover his mouth in horror.

Was it possible that I revealed myself to Bokuto-san subconsciously?

An ice-cold chill ran down the black-haired angel's spine as he felt the rough fabric of his shirt press against the newly formed beads of sweat that were running down his back.

"I can tell by the way you reacted to what I just said that you didn't know you had Fallen?" Atsumu questioned, his smirk only seeming to grow larger.

Akaashi didn't reply, staring at horror at the contract placed on the metal table in front of him, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

"That's even more of a reason to go through with this, Keiji-kun," Atsumu spoke again after a while, causing Akaashi to lift his head to face him, "You don't have much time left anyways. If you sign this contract at least you can guarantee your death won't have been in vain."

Atsumu's words pricked like stinging nettles against soft bare skin, but Akaashi knew he was right.

There's no way for me to turn human again. Bokuto-san didn't and will probably never reciprocate my feelings.

There was another moment of silence, before Akaashi cleared his throat.

"I'll do it." Akaashi said, matching Atsumu's gaze with one of his own.

"You will?" The blonde-haired devil smiled, "That's wonderful."

Yeah, wonderful for you because you get a snack to munch on.

The black-haired angel looked down at the contract again, trying to focus on the words that kept swimming on the page due to his unfocused eyes.

He blankly made out a few phrases and words that popped out to him; '30 days', 'Death', 'No withdrawal of agreement', etc.

Atsumu silently slid the quill and an ink bottle towards Akaashi, nodding for him to sign.

His hand shaking, Akaashi took the black quill and dipped it into the bottle of ink, watching as the tip of it hit the goopy dark liquid.

This is it. I'll die in a month.

Pressing the quill down on the paper, Akaashi watched the ink spread across the delicate scroll.

I have no regrets.

The black-haired angel signed his signature as quickly as possible, gritting his teeth to try and blank out his thoughts. As soon as the quill was lifted from the paper, the contract, quill, and ink bottle vanished.

For the first time, Akaashi saw genuine emotion in Atsumu's eyes as the blonde-haired devil's red orbs lit up in devious delight.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Atsumu said, standing up and offering his hand to Akaashi. Although his voice remained as levelled as it had always been, Akaashi could tell that Atsumu was bursting with excitement.

Slowly, Akaashi extended his hand to take the blonde-haired devil's. Immediately, Akaashi felt his body weaken upon brushing his thumb against the back of Atsumu's hand, and it seemed as though his red orbs glowed brighter in the darkness of the room. Withdrawing his hand, Akaashi slumped down onto the couch, his breathing heavy.

"Oh...my apologies, I simply couldn't help myself...the taste of your soul is so delectable." Atsumu spoke, the glare of his red eyes burning into the back of Akaashi's scalp.

Akaashi stood up weakly, placing his hand on the wall to steady himself.

"You may exit now. I'll be here if you have questions of any sort." Atsumu said, much more cheerful than he was initially, and Akaashi left the room.

Although his mind was foggy and his steps were drastically slowed, one clear thought rung through his head.

This is all for Bokuto-san.

Room 125. The hospital. Akaashi sat on the familiar dark green chair in the corner of the room and stared at the figure in the hospital bed. The only noises were the heartbeat monitor that was beeping steadily and the sound of Bokuto's quiet breathing in the background. It was way past midnight, almost 3 am, and the moonlight shone beams of white light across the dark room. The stars in the night sky, sprinkles of salt against a shiny black table, seemed to illuminate the quiet city below them outside the large glass window.

"Bokuto-san, you could probably see me right now if you woke up," Akaashi said softly, fiddling with the chipped wood of the chair, "Would you want to talk to me if you knew I was still somewhat alive?"

Of course, there was no response. Akaashi sighed, before leaving the room and sliding the door shut behind him. Unbeknownst to him, Bokuto had opened his eyes the instant the black-haired angel had left.