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On a stormy bridge, the full moon shone down on a pair of desperate parents, standing in front of their beloved child of 7 years. In front of them, a terrifying beast gazed at them with pitch-black eyes and a looming smile. 

“Please!” The mother begged until her throat was hoarse. “Is there nothing we can do to stop this!? We’ll do anything!” The little boy with blue hair clung to his mother’s dress, paralyzed from fear at the monster before him. 

“Y-Yeah,” The father stood up, fist shaking as he clenched the fabric of his shirt tightly. “This world cannot die! There’s so much good in it- so please, is there anything that can be done?” 

“...” The immortal watched them, its wings flapping idly. Its gaze bore into the couple so fiercely that sweat dripped down the father’s forehead. He wiped it away with a quick gesture of his hand as the immortal seemed to watch through them, seeing into their inner selves. 

“Alright,” the maternal being spoke in a neutral tone, never showing any sort of fondness or malice for the humans before her. “You will be spared. This world seems to have not accumulated the malice that Erebus claims it to have. You are living proof of such a fact.” 

Before the couple could so much as breathe a sigh of relief, Nyx continued to speak. “However, I will need to keep a watchful eye on it myself .” Her hand raised forward and a pulse of light flashed suddenly before dimming once more. “There…It has been done.” 

The mother audibly gulped. “W-What did you do?” She asked tentatively, afraid of invoking the maternal being’s anger- if she even had the capability of wrath. 

With a clear, concise voice, the immortal spoke to them, letting her words echo through the burning street in front of them. “This little boy…I have sealed my watchful eye- my Appriser- inside of him. He is the most suitable vessel, this boy… However, even the most suitable mortal will not survive for long. Listen well…”

The maternal being raised her hands to the sky, tilting her head to the full moon above her.

“Before the sun sets on his 17th birthday, Makoto Yuki will succumb to his death as my Appraiser shall drain his strength to use as its own, allowing it to finally become my Watchful Eye of Death!” 

—

9 years later…

Makoto sighed to himself as he walked through the gates of Gekkoukan High School for the first time. He ignored the watchful gazes of his new classmates, feeling the companion at his side huddle closer to him. 

“I do not like their eyes on you, Makoto,” Aigis spoke in a whisper. 

“It doesn’t matter if they watch me,” he shrugged in response. 

Aigis hummed, displeased. They walked into the Faculty office together, finally getting situated in their new school. Aigis seemed to only be able to breathe a little easier knowing she was going to be in the same class as Makoto, letting a gentle smile grace her features. 

“Do I have a ‘friendly’ and ‘welcoming’ appearance?” She turned to look at her lifelong friend, awaiting his response. 

“Mm,” Makoto hummed. “Very welcoming.” 

Aigis nodded. “Good. I want to make us lots of friends…” 

—

Classes came and went, and Makoto began to leave the classroom with Aigis until a girl reached out for Aigis’ arm. Confused and startled, Aigis let the smile she hadn’t allowed to fall from her lips finally slip. The girl looked up at Aigis with shining eyes, a few others lining up behind her. 

“Aigis-chan, was it?” She said in admiration. “I sit in the seat next to you, and I just couldn’t help but notice your pleasant, noble aura! Your hands were folded so gracefully on your desk, and your gentle smile never left your lips! You must come with me, and teach me your ways! Please, me and my friends would love you to join us.” 

“Ah, but I,” Aigis held her hand up in hesitation, glancing back at Makoto. The blue-haired boy nodded once, a small upturn of his lips expressing the joy in his heart of Aigis meeting new people. “I…Would be happy to j-join you this evening. I cannot be gone for long, however.” 

The girl smiled like she had just won the lottery. “We would never waste your precious time, Aigis-chan! Now come, we will give you a tour of the city!” 

Before the girls could drag Aigis away, she leaned over and whispered to Makoto. “Will you be okay walking to the dorms by yourself?” A worried look flashed across her face. “Please…send me a text if you get into trouble.”

“I will,” Makoto promised. “Have fun with your new friends,” he tried to give a reassuring smile, knowing he must be failing with how stiff his face felt as he attempted to grin. 

Aigis left with the girls pulling her along, blushing all the way down the hall. Makoto checked the clock on the wall before leaving the classroom, sliding the door shut only to find a girl with brown hair staring at him intently. 

They watched each other for an awkward amount of time, and Makoto cleared his throat. Snapping out of her daze, the girl let out a startled ‘ah!’ before taking off down the hall. Makoto raised a brow as he listened to a loud voice behind him. 

“Gosh, what’s up with Yukari?” Makoto felt a large hand clap him on the shoulder. “Anyway, you’re the new kid, right?” Before Makoto could even think to respond, his classmate flashed a winning grin and pointed a thumb at himself. “I’m Junpei Iori, but you can just call me Junpei.” 

“...Nice to meet you,” Makoto scratched the back of his head, subtly shrugging off Junpei’s hand which found its home on his shoulder. “So that girl was…Yukari?” 

“Oh ho ho! It was indeed. Why, are you interested? Don’t think I didn’t catch the pink in her cheeks as she ran away. She never does that, you know. So you must be special!” Junpei winked at him, tipping his hat. 

Makoto shook his head, sparing a glance at the students around them. They seemed to be muttering amongst themselves. 

Great…Rumors are just what I need…

“I have to go,” Makoto dismissed Junpei entirely, waving a hand over his shoulder as he walked out of the classroom. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he groaned internally as loud footsteps followed him clumsily. 

“Hey, it’s alright if Yukari isn’t your type! Here- I’ll walk home with you. Where are you staying?” Junpei peeked over his shoulder, reading a large text chat on Makoto’s flip phone. “‘Iwatodai Dormitory’? I’m so jealous, dude! It must be so nice to have a dorm! But, uh, that’s in the opposite direction of where I live, so…” 

“You don’t need to come with me,” Makoto replied instantly. 

“Wha-! That’s harsh…” Junpei’s smile dropped from his face, and he rubbed at his neck awkwardly before bouncing back to his usual self. “Don’t worry though, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other better, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

Makoto finally left Junpei, making his way out of the school and to the monorail. He pulled the headphones out of his pocket and listened to his MP3 player in silence as he let the rhythm of the monorail lull him into a sense of calmness. Letting his eyes close, he barely made it out of the train before the doors shut on him. 

His eyes widened as he tripped over himself on the way out, and he dropped his phone in front of him. It clattered to the floor, and Makoto went to reach for it just as a group of teenagers ran past, the heels of their shoes pressing into the screen as they laughed and ran off without a care in the world. 

“...” Makoto let his hand drift forward, grasping onto the cracked screen of his phone. I’ll have to get Aigis to fix this… He made a mental note as he made his way over to a map along the wall. He tried to memorize the route to the dorms as best as he could and made his way to a strip mall. He fixed his eyes on each stall, trying to memorize them as landmarks he could come back to. 

Pressing onward, he noticed a large group of young adults chatting on the sidewalk. They took up the entire walkway, pressed into each other as they laughed and chatted about who-knows-what. 

Cutting his losses, Makoto took a turn for a back alley. Sparing no attention to the menacing teenagers lounging about, he continued onward. Thanking the heavens that he made it through without being stopped, he walked past a tall man and through an open chain-link gate.

As he reached the other end, he glanced around for street names. Finding them unfamiliar, he sighed inwardly. Turning around to head back into the alley, his eyes met the tall stranger as he slowly locked the alley gate- effectively blocking Makoto’s only way back. 

Oh no…

—

After hours of wandering, Makoto finally made it back to a familiar street. He glanced at the strip mall ahead of him and moved faster as he passed by the sidewalk where the young adults had been gathered. A few of them remained, standing side-by-side so they could still block the walkway. The only light source around was a sparking street light- a signal that Makoto was out far later than he should have been. 

Makoto, tired of wandering around for hours, put on a brave face and walked forward to nudge his way through the crowd. Just as he was about to speak to a giggling lady in front of him, an ominous green glow illuminated the sky around them, and the crowd ahead of him turned into standing coffins. 

Reeling back slightly, Makoto blinked a few times to assess what he had just seen. Poking the coffins a few times, he breathed out a sigh as he squeezed past and resumed his path down the street. 

His eyes landed on the tall, brick building of the Dormitory. Without delay, he entered the building, slightly startled to see the brown-haired girl - Yukari - in the building with a witch hat on her head and a gun strapped to her thigh. 

“It’s you -” Yukari pointed to Makoto as if he were an intruder. An older girl strode up behind Yukari, placing a hand on her hip and adjusting the witch hat on her head as she watched Makoto with a critical gaze. 

“Ah, it’s you,” she mimicked in a far more casual manner. “Welcome to Iwatodai Dormitory. Did you have any problems finding the place?” 

Makoto noticed a bead of sweat on Yukari’s forehead and paid it no attention, instead glancing at the older girl. “Found the place just fine. Can you tell me if Aigis made it here alright, and can I ask why you two are dressed like that?” 

Yukari spoke in a high-pitched voice.”It’s-!” 

“It’s fine.” The older girl reassured Yukari, turning a keen eye on Makoto. “Aigis made it to her room okay. We told her that you had already made it here and that you were asleep.” 

Makoto frowned, his brows turning inward. Putting a placating hand up, the older girl kept talking. “We were just on our way to find you , actually. This isn’t a good time to talk about what’s happening, but I’m sure you noticed everything strange outside, right? The glowing green aura, and the coffins? It’s all part of a ‘hidden’ time of the night called the ‘witching hour.’” 

Makoto rubbed at his forehead tiredly, willing his headache away. 

“I’m Mitsuru Kirijo. This is Yukari Takeba,” the older girl introduced herself and Yukari, nudging Yukari on the shoulder. “Can you get Makoto a glass of water and bring it to his room?” 

Sparing a concerned look between them, Yukari nodded and made for the kitchen. 

“How do you know me?” Makoto asked skeptically. 

“If you’re asking about how I know your name, it’s because Aigis wouldn’t stop talking about you. She’s very excited to tell you about her evening. As for our interest in you…well, I’ll have to tell you about that tomorrow. Come, let me take you to your room.”

Makoto let himself be led to his new room, carefully quiet to not rouse Aigis. The last thing he would need is to explain everything to her. She would never let it go…

Before Mitsuru left, she stood at the doorway and spoke quietly. “Do me a favor, and please don’t tell anyone about this, got it?” 

Makoto gave a shallow nod, appeasing the girl in front of him. The door swung shut with a dull thud.  

Makoto took a deep breath through his nose, focusing on removing his outer clothes. He drank the cup of water that Yukari laid down for him on the nightstand and fell back on his bed. Ignoring the sinking feeling he had in his gut, he felt himself letting sleep take him easily. 

—

Makoto walked to school with Aigis the next morning, filling her in on how his evening went the day prior. He excluded the hours of wandering and the witching hour in his story, focusing on how his phone screen was shattered. 

Aigis took Makoto’s phone from him, assessing the damage with a critical eye. “It seems it can be fixed. I must go to the hardware store first - after school. Do you want to accompany me?” 

Makoto hummed, thinking of the strange witches he met at the dorm. They would want him back at the dorms after school so they could explain everything to him, he supposed. Regretfully, Makoto shook his head at Aigis. “I would, but I’m going to be spending some time with the girls from the dorms.” 

Aigis’ eyes widened slightly. “Did you make new friends? That’s wonderful!” 

“Well…” Makoto broke eye contact with Aigis, feeling bashful. “Not exactly, I don’t know them very well.” 

“It’s a good start, Makoto. I read in a magazine that to get to know people better, you ask them as many questions as possible and talk with them for the entire duration of your visit together…” She paused, lost in thought for a moment.

“...” Makoto blinked at her.

“...Perhaps I should find a better way for you to make friends…”

—

Mitsuru sat cross-legged on the lobby couch as Makoto walked into the dormitory. Donning a casual outfit, she sat the book she was reading down. Yukari sat on an armchair next to her, warily eyeing Makoto. 

“Come, have a seat.” Mitsuru gestured to a vacant sofa. The blue-haired boy silently took her up on her offer, relaxing slightly as he met her eyes. 

“I know you will have the patience to hear me out, and for that, I thank you,” she gazed at him with her kind but firm eyes. “To put matters simply; we are witches. Our specialty is curse-breaking, to be exact. Our coven is led by none other than myself, and my ‘advisor’ Akihiko Sanada. I’m sure you’ll see him around school soon enough. He’s got a terrible habit of fighting and an inexplicable charm that attracts every female in a 5-mile radius.”

Mitsuru rolled her eyes and continued with her speech. “Our little witchlings here are Yukari, and our newest member, Fuuka Yamagishi. Together, our coven is called the Specialized Extracurricular Exorcism Squad - or S.E.E.S, for short…

Now, you may be wondering how someone can be afflicted with a curse. It’s simple, really. Any curse spreader - or ‘foul-mouther,’ as we call it - can harbor hate and malice in their heart for another person. This can manifest into something physical, and latch onto its target, leeching the life away from its host. Our job is to find each host and cleanse them of their curses. To do this, we need to analyze the situation at hand first. Then, during the ‘witching hour,’ we summon the physical manifest of the curse and destroy it.” Mitsuru shot Maktoto a small smile. “Does it make sense?” 

Makoto shrugged. “Sounds simple enough…Why were you looking for me though? And why were all those people locked inside coffins during the witching hour?” 

“Good questions. Yukari, do you want to explain the situation?” 

Yukari stood taller in her seat, resting her hands in her lap. “Sure,” she nodded to Mitsuru before turning her attention to Makoto. “To answer the latter question, normal humans cannot experience the witching hour - instead, they sleep in coffins. As for the other question, witches have…sort of a 6th sense for finding curses inside of people. It’s like a dark mass of energy that glows in the center of a soul’s belly. The dimmer the light, the weaker the curse. The stronger the light, the more potent and deadly it is. When I first saw you at school…the aura of a curse shone so brightly at your core that it was blinding me. I’d never seen a curse so… pungent …” Yukari trailed off, a look of concern washing over her features as she twiddled her thumbs. 

Mitsuru spoke up in Yukari’s silence. “That’s when she told me about you, and I knew I had to get a good reading on the status of your curse. She wasn’t lying when she said your curse is pungent. I think that’s the tamest word I can think of for it…” She leaned back in her chair, a delicate hand resting on her chin in thought. 

“I believe the most responsible course of action is to monitor you, Makoto. This curse is at a stage where it could end your life at any given moment,” Makoto startled in his chair slightly, alarmed at the severity of his ‘curse.’ “I wouldn’t worry too much, though. Just from the looks of things, it seems this curse has been with you for a long time. If it hasn’t killed you so far, then theres a good chance it won’t for at least a while more.” 

“...So you would be willing to help me with my curse? I don’t have anything to give you in return.” 

Mitsuru smirked. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. The chance to study a curse as potent as yours is a good start, but what makes you even more special is the fact you are active during the witching hour. Not many can do so, but you and Aigis can accomplish it. So what I have to offer you is a position in our coven,” she reached her hand out to Makoto welcomingly. “A surge of curses has been flooding the area recently, and anyone with a good heart and strong mind is valued by us. So please, consider my offer. Becoming a witch yourself could open your eyes and reveal the truth of the curse laid upon you, as well.” 

“I’d like to speak to Aigis about this before I give my answer,” Makoto said with a neutral expression. Mitsuru nodded, as if expecting this answer. 

“Yes, we were hoping to speak to Aigis about the witching hour after she returns. Uh, where is she, actually? It’s getting dangerously late.” Mitsuru raised a brow. 

Makoto shrugged. She’s probably trying to find supplies to fix my phone with, he thought to himself. 

“In any case, I’m relieved that she hasn’t come back just yet. It’s obvious that she can’t detect this curse inside you, and judging by the close bond you share, she would be devastated by the news. We wanted to contact you privately about the matter, so that who you desire to tell this afflition about is of your business,” she finished pragmatically. 

“Thanks…” Makoto said plainly. 

“If you would like, we could show you our rituals during the witching hour. Let you have a taste of our routine.” 

“Alright.” 

Mitsuru snorted. “You sure aren’t difficult to persuade.” 

The door creaked open, and a flustered Aigis walked into the building with a newly fixed cell phone. Her eyes found Makoto’s and she walked over to him and reached out her hand. Makoto took the phone, giving her a small grin and a warm ‘ thank you ’ before standing. 

“Sorry I returned so late,” Aigis said apologetically. “Did you have fun with your new friends?” 

Makoto willed away the blush from his face. “N-Not friends…” he muttered in dismay. Mitsuru chuckled from her seat on the couch. “I’m going to my room for a while, how about you stay here and talk to them.” 

“Hmm? I don’t understand.” Aigis glanced at Mitsuru and Yukari, who gestured to the newly emptied seat on the sofa. 

“Yes, why don’t we have a little chat, Aigis? Makoto needs some rest for now.”

“...Okay” Aigis agreed, taking a seat on the sofa. Makoto made for the stairs, waiting for the witching hour to begin. 

—

The command center was far more than what Makoto expected it to be. He sat side-by-side with an overprotective Aigis, who burned with a passion to witness the rituals of the coven herself. 

Mitsuru, Yukari, and a shy Fuuka gathered around a large crystal ball, warping the images inside to the greenish hues lying outside. Mitsuru hummed slightly, closing her eyes as she fell deep in thought. 

“I can’t sense the curse in its designated area. Fuuka, I need you to locate it immediately. Yukari, are you certain you recited the correct incantation?” She sent an accusatory glance in the younger witch’s direction. 

“Y-Yes, I’m positive I did!” Her mind began to whirl with all the possibilities of what could happen if she failed. 

Fuuka closed her eyes, pressing the tips of her fingers together in a prayer-like manner. Her eyes flashed open as she gasped suddenly. “Ah!” 

“What do you sense, Fuuka?” Mitsuru spoke sharply. 

“Akihiko-san is downstairs, and the curse is right on his tail!” 

“Urgh, Sanada!” Mitsuru cursed as a large tremor shook the dormitory. The witches stumbled, groaning as they found their footing. Aigis grabbed Makoto’s shoulders, making sure he was steady even if he was sitting still. Makoto reached a hand out to rest over Aigis’, trying to convey any sort of reassurance. 

The door to the first floor flew open violently, and Mitsuru and Fuuka rushed downstairs. “ He’s bleeding out! Help him, please! ” The familiar, grating voice of Junpei shot through the air like an arrow. Makoto and Aigis listened to the crystal ball that projected sound from the bottom floor to their ears. “Yukari, grab a potion, now!” Mitsuru cried.

“B-But, the crystal ball! It won’t be able to protect us without one of us running it!” 

Aigis stood to her feet, determination in her gaze. “I will bring the potion to them, then. Direct me to its location.” Yukari stood frazzled, pointing to a shelf on the wall of the farthest corner. 

“Take the green one, and bring it to them quickly!” 

Aigis gave Makoto one final glance, then rushed down the stairs. Yukari waited with bated breath as she witnessed Aigis reach the bottom through the crystal in front of her. Without warning, another tremor rang through the building, and Yukari couldn’t hold her balance - she fell to her knees. The crystal ball’s aura wavered, and a thin barrier of light dispersed. “No!” 

Makoto stood to his feet, realizing the declining status of the mission. He patted Yukari on the back. “Calm down. Where do we go from here?” 

“Ah- Uhm,” Yukari stuttered, walking to the staircase. She shouted below her. “What should we do, Mitsuru!?” 

Mitsuru’s crisp voice echoed through the building. “Take Makoto to the roof. Prepare a distraction until Fuuka can create a teleportation circle for us and we will face it together. Understood?” 

“U-Understood!” Yukari took Makoto’s wrist in her hand and dragged him to the roof. They pushed open the door to reveal a large, full moon in front of them. It was bathed in green light, making it unpleasant to look at for a long period of time. 

Yukari ran to the edge of the building, staring straight down at a giant beast clawing at the dormitory doors. “H-Hey!” She shouted to the beast. It craned its lifeless face to stare at the witch on the rooftop. Without further delay, the curse used its many limbs to climb the building with ease. 

With a jolt, Yukari ran back to where Makoto waited at the door. She pulled the gun from her holster, and Makoto’s eyes widened slightly as he watched her hold it to her head. 

“Come on,” Yukari whispered to herself. “Just a barrier array, that’s all you need. You can do it!” Her bottom lip trembled as the curse screeched with a mighty roar, charging their way at an alarming speed. Makoto watched dumbly as the curse swung at Yukari’s body, and she rolled to the floor with a shriek. 

Watching something land at his foot, Makoto glanced at the gun on the floor with a heavy expression. The curse roared once more, and Makoto took no time in pointing the gun to his head, whispering a mantra of “persona” before pulling the trigger. A sudden surge of power coursed through him, making his thoughts disoriented. 

The last thing he saw was a slaughter of shadowy mass, and the shocked expression on Aigis’ face as the group of witches teleported to the rooftop - far too late to stop the carnage in front of them. 

—

Time passed, and more members were introduced to the coven. Makoto and Aigis were acclimated to the environment of S.E.E.S far quicker than Junpei, who argued with Mitsuru over his ‘gaudy’ warlock hat every other day of the week. 

Eventually, they all came together surprisingly well. At least twice a week, cleansing rituals were performed on innocent citizens, curing them of ailments, or even saving them from despair and death. Makoto found peace in helping others this way, even though the unanswered question of his own curse lie raw and exposed before the coven at each meeting. 

When Makoto told Aigis of his curse, it went as well as he expected it to. Aigis wouldn’t come out of the study for the next week, overworking herself to try to find a solution that would never come. 

Even with Mitsuru running weekly tests on his body, the only clue about this curse’s origins were the time frame in which it happened. 

About 9 years ago… Around the time when my parents died…  

Makoto wracked his brain, trying to come up with memories that never existed. The only thing he could remember of that time was a family friend coming to him late at night, telling him that his parents had died in a car crash. 

His heart felt heavy as he confided in Aigis one night. 

“Maybe they blamed me for their deaths, and they willed this curse onto me before they died.”  

Aigis hugged him, stroking his hair as she comforted him to the best of her ability. “I would not be here if they did not love you. I’m alive because of you , Makoto. I can feel it, in here…” She pressed a hand to her chest, and Makoto stared at it vacantly, holding onto the fabric of Aigis’ shirt with a white-knuckled grip.

—

“Listen, I’m just saying that it would be way cooler if we had evokers blinged out in crystals !” Junpei stood in front of Yukari and Fuuka, attempting another ploy to ‘improve’ the coven. Fuuka sat in her chair patiently, her face showing nothing but silent disappointment and supportiveness at the same time. 

Yukari, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to deck Junpei in the face. “Stupid! How many times do we have to tell you this isn’t a game? What use would you have for that anyway?” 

Junpei shrugged, taking a seat on the opposite end of the girls, next to Makoto. They all sat together at lunch, with the exception of Mitsuru and Akihiko. Aigis flipped through a fashion magazine idly, nudging Makoto whenever she found an article she enjoyed. 

“I think you would look good in this outfit.” Aigis pointed to a picture of a tall man in a pinstripe suit

“Mn, I don’t know about that.” 

Junpei leaned back, letting out an exaggerated yawn. Fuuka jolted to attention, muttering softly. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night, Junpei-san?” 

“Nope!” Junpei said brightly. “I spent all night playing this new fighting game at the arcade, it was pretty great,” he said with no shred of self-consciousness. 

“...” Fuuka was speechless, leaving Yukari to dig into Junpei relentlessly. 

“You blockhead! I’m not going to help you study anymore if all you’re going to do is spend your nights at the mall goofing off!” 

“Aah!” Junpei tried to remedy the situation. “I don’t stay up late all the time! Besides, maybe if I had someone to go with they could lead me down the path of the straight-and-narrow and tell me to get to bed at a reasonable time,” he grumbled petulantly. 

Makoto looked over to Yukari, noticing a vein bulging on her forehead. He hummed to get the group's attention. “Why don’t we study together as a group after school, then go out to the mall?” 

Everyone blinked once, registering Makoto’s proposal. Then Junpei and Yukari nodded solemnly. 

“That’s a good compromise, Makoto-san” Fuuka smiled, increasingly eager now that the tension was broken off between Junpei and Yukari. 

“I wish to take Yukari to the hair salon. You promised to show me how hair is braided.” Aigis pointed out, a keen gaze on Yukari. 

Yukari perked up immediately. “That’s right, Aigis. Gosh, I had forgotten all about that. You sure do have a good memory.” 

“Not when it matters the most…” Makoto heard Aigis mutter to herself. His hand tightened its grip on his MP3 player, trying to ignore the pang in his heart at the reminder of his curse, and their forgotten memories. 

—

A few months after his newly formed life, an exchange student was introduced to their class. Ms. Toriumi quieted the class and informed them that the new boy - Ryoji Mochizuki - had lived overseas, and may not understand the same customs they do. 

The boy seemed overly friendly, and Makoto watched in silence as the boy’s eyes landed on his own. They held each other’s gazes until Ms. Toriumi assigned him a seat. He passed by Aigis, who growled at the new student. Ryoji took this in stride and offered a smile her way. 

“Oh, good morning! I didn’t catch your name-” 

“You are dangerous,” Aigis spoke matter-of-factly. Makoto’s eyes lingered on Aigis’ expression, before watching Ryoji’s reaction. It was far from the reaction he had initially anticipated. 

“Geez, I haven’t even taken you on a date and you’re already rejecting me like this…” 

Makoto’s head filled with invisible question marks, wondering how the boy could just shrug Aigis’ comment off in the way he did. He pointedly ignored the girls behind him gushing over how cute the new boy was, and focused on his class. 

Eventually, class ended, and Makoto stayed at his desk to write down some final notes for his studies. He snapped to attention when Ms. Toriumi called his name, asking him to meet her at the faculty office. 

Groaning internally, he walked side by side with none other than the new student, Ryoji. Makoto could feel the tall boy’s gaze on him the entire way, and Makoto briefly turned his face, making eye contact with Ryoji. 

Ryoji beamed at Makoto, taking it as a chance to make conversation. “So, what’s your name?” 

“...Makoto Yuki,” he said impassively.

“Makoto Yuki,” Ryoji tested the name on his tongue, humming to himself. “Such a lovely name. So familiar, too. Where have I heard of it before?” 

Makoto let silence fall on them both as Ryoji pondered his question. Once they reached the faculty office, Ms. Toriumi gave Ryoji a small stack of papers and asked if they would be willing to bring some boxes of supplies to the music room. 

Reluctantly, Makoto agreed, taking two of the boxes in his arms. Ryoji lifted one box in his hands, sheepishly glancing at the last remaining box. 

“Ah, I’m not really that strong,” he admitted. “We’ll have to make another trip for this one.” 

Makoto shook his head. “Just pile it in my arms,” he extended the boxes in his hands slightly, watching Ryoji’s jaw drop in shock. 

“You’re sure!? But, these boxes are so heavy!” 

Without further delay, Ms. Toriumi took the last box and dropped it in Makoto’s hands. “There. Oh, and thanks again for your help, boys.” 

With those parting words, Makoto led a sheepish Ryoji down the hall, attempting to look over the big stack of boxes in front of him. 

Ryoji held his single box in both of his hands, taking the lead from Makoto when he spotted the music room. 

“Here, follow me, I can see where we need to go now!” 

Makoto finished straining his neck around the boxes, only needing to look upward slightly to see the back of Ryoji’s head as Ryoji walked in front of him. 

So tall…

As they entered the music room, Makoto dropped the boxes with a satisfying thud and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Ryoji gently rested his own box on top of Makoto’s stack. 

The tall boy scratched at the back of his neck, his radiant enthusiasm from before dimmed slightly in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t carry that other box. I’ve always been weak like this, ever since I was young. For as long as I can remember, I could barely walk for more than 10 minutes at a time…” He frowned, finally meeting Makoto’s eyes. “Now, though, I’ve gotten much stronger. I worked and worked at it until now it seems it's finally paid off. I can walk to school and back myself , and I can do extracurricular activities just like everyone else! Speaking of, do you work out? Your strength is incredible.” 

Makoto rolled his shoulder, mulling over Ryoji’s words. It seemed even with his inherent lack of strength, Ryoji’s determination pulled him through to where he is today. The thought is… admirable. Makoto felt himself talking to Ryoji slightly easier. 

“I’m with the track team,” he admitted, not relaying any of his witchy duties to the new boy. Wouldn’t that give him a shock to his system…

“That’s exciting,” Ryoji smiled, turning his gaze to a piano not far away. “Since I’m getting stronger, I can probably run with you sometime - uh, if you’d be interested in that,” Ryoji amended softly. “Musical instruments are where I turned to due to my condition, like this piano here.”

Ryoji sat down on the bench, looking behind him to make sure Makoto hadn’t run off. “I noticed that you like to wear headphones a lot, but I don’t know what type of music you enjoy. Would you be willing to let me play you a piece? I’m not amazing at it just yet, but I wanted to break this ice between us.”

Makoto watched Ryoji’s earnest eyes and agreed to listen to him play. Music filled the room, and Makoto closed his eyes as he felt the passion in Ryoji’s movements. 

Silently, he wondered how a boy like this could have such zest for life, sighing as the music came to an end sooner than he had hoped. 

—

The next day, Makoto walked through the school gates to what could only be described as the parting of the sea. The path ahead of him was clear, but on his left stood a group of girls fawning over Akihiko, who paid them no attention, and on his right was a group of girls squealing over Ryoji. Unlike Akihiko, Ryoji seemed to flourish under the attention. He stood tall, with his hands coming to rest on his hips. As Makoto drew nearer, he could hear Ryoji talking to the crowd. 

“My hometown isn’t all that special. The views I see there could never compare to the girls I have in front of me! I’d spend eternity here if I could see you all every day!” 

Makoto bit his cheek as he listened to the group of girls swoon, dreamily calling out “Mochizuki-kun~” as they held onto each other. 

“Please, pick one of us to take on a date tonight!” One of the girls called, gaining the support of the others.

“Yes! Please Mochizuki-kun, who do you like the most!”

Ryoji put a hand to his heart, pretending to be heartbroken. “I-I just couldn’t pick between all you lovely ladies-!” His eyes immediately turned as he noticed Makoto coldly walking past him, a true grin forming on his lips. “Ah, actually, it seems I have made up my mind today!” 

The group of girls stood paralyzed as Ryoji broke away from the crowd to hold onto Makoto’s wrist. Makoto turned to meet Ryoji’s eyes, withering slightly as the group of girls glared daggers into his skull. “I hope Aigis doesn’t get upset at me for holding your hand like this.” Ryoji laughed wryly. 

“What…” 

“-am I doing?” Ryoji finished for him, grinning freely. “I’m walking with my friend to school. Is there something wrong with that?” 

“I’m not-” 

“Of course you’re my friend! And I’d like to get to know you better, so can I ask if you’d like to go out to Palownia Mall with me later? A girl I spoke to said they have an amazing cafe, and I wanted to take you there.” Ryoji walked with long strides beside him, bending at the waist to try to get a peek at Makoto’s expression.

“...” Makoto looked away from Ryoji’s expecting eyes, willing away the slight blush to his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter,” he concluded. 

“Alright, then! I’m so glad,” Ryoji seemed genuinely relieved to hear Makoto’s acceptance. “Do you mind if we exchange phone numbers? We can set up a time a bit later, we seem to be running a bit late for class,” they glanced at the clock on the wall together, noticing time pass them by. 

Makoto pulled out his phone, wordlessly accepting Ryoji into his contact list. 

Ryoji smiled excitedly, holding his phone to his chest. “Okay! I’ll contact you a bit later then. See you around, Makoto.” 

—

And so, Makoto found himself sitting at a booth of Chagall Cafe with Ryoji, sipping a cup of coffee that was clearly made by a new employee. 

“The drinks here are delightful!” Ryoji exclaimed anyway, cradling his cup with both hands as if it were something precious. “How is your drink, Makoto?” 

“...” Makoto pushed his cup to the side slightly. “ I’ll have to make you a drink the next time I work here…” 

 Ryoji’s eyes widened. “You work here? Then, I’d be more than happy to try whatever you make me,” his smile was blinding, making it hard for Makoto to look at him directly. "Maybe you could teach me to make drinks too - or I'd just be happy to accompany you in the kitchen." 

"Mn," Makoto hummed his acknowledgment, picking up a cheese pastry he bought for himself and taking a bite. Mercifully, the danish tasted far better than the coffee. 

Ryoji looked around the cafe, his eyes traveling from table to table. “Look at that,” he said in wonder. “There’s so many couples around. They all look so happy together,” Makoto nodded, “Kind of like how I am when I’m with you.” 

Makoto put down his danish, frowning deeply.. “..Is that what you tell all the girls you hang out with?” 

“W-What?” Ryoji seemed taken aback, putting down the cup in his hands and making an aborted move to reach out to Makoto, who retracted his hands into his lap. “I didn’t- I don’t tell girls this…Makoto, I-” Ryoji seemed distressed, hiding his face away in his bright yellow scarf. “I never meant to come off as insincere to you. You aren’t like those girls, Makoto. I mean every word I say to you, I promise .” Ryoji’s eyes bore into Makoto, silently begging him to believe Ryoji’s words. 

“I can’t describe it - I can’t put it into words, but I feel a special connection with you. I want to get to know you, even though when you answer me I feel as if I already know what you’re going to say,” he scratched the back of his head. “That sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But that’s how I really feel... How about this; I will prove myself sincere - prove myself worthy of being your friend. Please, give me this chance,” he implored, waiting for Makoto’s response. 

Makoto stared down at his danish, giving Ryoji’s offer some thought. 

I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought to himself . Letting another person get close to me is a mistake. If the curse takes my life one day, what will happen then? He already made the mistake of becoming close to the members of S.E.E.S, under the initial pretense of treating his curse. Now, though, there seemed to be no hope for him. It was only a matter of time before the curse took his life, and he had to accept that.

His heart already ached at the thought of his friends’ reaction for when he ended up dead. He really didn’t need another friend to worry about. 

But… Makoto looked into Ryoji’s cerulean eyes, the depth of them taking his breath away. It seemed that Ryoji had already attached himself to Makoto, and he wouldn’t be an easy target to shake. Maybe if Makoto were stronger he could break this deepening bond between them. But Makoto was weakening to those blue eyes, and he found himself nodding to Ryoji’s proposal. 

—

“You have been hanging out with Ryoji,” Aigis accused him as soon as he got back. Makoto's shoulders slumped inward. 

“How can you tell?” Makoto was curious. 

“You smell of him,” Aigis answered honestly.

I smell of him? Does Ryoji even smell like anything? 

“You memorized his smell?”

“Of course I did. He is a threat, Makoto. I really can't stand him…and I don't know why. I will get to the bottom of it, though.” She set her eyes in determination, a blazing passion in her heart.

Sorry Ryoji , Makoto said internally. Now there's no way to save you from her. 

—

Ryoji was overwhelmingly diligent about his promise, making sure that when Aigis was busy, he would fill in her spot as Makoto’s travel cocompanion. He chatted with Makoto about anything and everything, making sure that the silent boy was included in his rantings. 

Ryoji would ask Makoto to accompany him on trips to Naganaki shrine, or to a new ramen shop in the strip, or even just to watch the sunset together on the roof at school. At first, Ryoji would ask him only when Aigis was not around, afraid to incur her wrath. Over time, however - and as they got to know each other a little better - Ryoji would seek out Makoto even when Aigis was around. It was almost like if Ryoji wanted to hang out with him, he couldn't stand to be apart from him even for a minute longer.

Eventually, Ryoji’s presence became something of a comfort to Makoto, and he found himself seeking Ryoji out more and more, looking forward to their little outings, as he liked to call them.

There was no telling what shade of red his face would become if he admitted to himself that they could be considered dates. 

It was a relief to have someone who fundamentally understood him; never having to worry about explaining himself with the awkward words that always tripped him up. It came as a shock to realize that just as Ryoji had started finishing Makoto’s sentences, Makoto could do the same for Ryoji. 

The instances it occurred happened more and more often, the last time during one of the coven’s trips to the karaoke bar. Ryoji was tagged along by none other than Junpei, exclaiming to the group that Ryoji would be able to ‘burn the place down’ with his unique style. Yukari, Akihiko, Ken, and Fuuka agreed easily, much to Aigis’ chagrin. 

As they sat down at their booth, Ryoji languidly strided beside Makoto, about to sit down next to the boy only to be intercepted by Aigis, who moved faster than lightning to take Ryoji’s seat. 

“...” Makoto watched Ryoji’s dumbstruck expression turn into a cute pout. Such a puppy, Makoto thought with a slight upturn of his lips. With a final glance in his direction, Ryoji took a seat next to Junpei - his expression back to normal as he listened in on Junpei and Akihiko’s conversation. 

Yukari crossed her arms from her seat on the other side of Makoto, restlessly waiting for her time to sing. Fuuka looked like she was about to puke, her eyes wide as saucers as she clutched her skirt. Akihiko argued with Junpei over appetizers, and Mitsuru rubbed at the ever-deepening worry line on her forehead. 

Ken broke the ice and began the first song. Fuuka clapped enthusiastically by the end, making Ken’s face light up in embarrassment since he knew he had done terribly. Junpei clapped him on the back as he made his way to his seat. 

“You did alright, Ken, but listen to a master at work!” With a flourish, Junpei took the mic from Ken’s hands, holding the long cord attached and throwing it over his shoulder as he sang his heart out. 

Yukari took a nacho from their appetizer plate and chewed it aggressively. She leaned over to talk to Makoto “He sounds like a dying cat, doesn’t he? I think he should hand the mic to me.” 

Makoto smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders as she stood up to take her turn. “You better show him up, Yukari,” Makoto threatened, “Or else Junpei won’t forget this.” 

“Oh don’t worry,” Yukari winked at Makoto, “I don’t plan to let Junpei outshine me. I’m giving it all I got!” 

Eventually, everyone in the group took their turn at the mic - even Fuuka, whose face turned sickly green even after all their supportive comments. Makoto was finally last, and he took the spotlight as he sang one last song for the night. 

As he began singing, the members of S.E.E.S - and Ryoji - dropped their jaws as they listened to his voice. 

“W-What is that singing?!” 

“I’ve never heard anything like it!” 

“You’re doing great, Makoto-kun!” 

Aigis clapped along, having already listened to his singing before. Her smile was blinding as she cheered him on. Makoto felt a bittersweet pang in his chest watching all of his precious friends together like this. 

I never want this moment to end…Please, if this curse will take my life one day, don’t let it take me just yet…

—

Ryoji and Makoto hung out at a grocery store the next day, browsing anything and everything interesting they saw. 

Ryoji pushed a large grocery cart along, not yet filled with anything. Makoto browsed the ice cream section, taking in all the flavor options very seriously. Unable to make a decision, he sighed to himself. Ryoji chuckled from his spot against the cart. 

“I know, Makoto! There’s so many options…Come on, I want to see what they have at the bakery.” Ryoji turned their cart around, antsy to get moving. Makoto huffed in amusement as he took a step to follow Ryoji. Strangely, he felt his legs begin to tire from their trip already. 

That’s strange…I shouldn’t feel tired. Our coven didn’t eliminate any curses yesterday…and I got plenty of sleep…

He fell a few paces behind Ryoji, and the boy noticed immediately. “Hm? Are you okay, Makoto,” he said with so much concern that Makoto felt even weaker than he was before. Giving Makoto a once-over, Ryoji suddenly reached out to pick up Makoto in a bridal-style carry. 

Makoto made an alarmed gasp. “W-What-” 

“-am I doing? I’m putting you in the cart so you can rest your feet!” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“I can’t just-” he groaned frustratedly, letting himself unconsciously relax as Ryoji cradled Makoto to his chest. Makoto felt Ryoji’s yellow scarf tickle his nose, so he dug his face further into Ryoji’s chest. 

“There’s no one around! Come on, it’ll be fun,” Ryoji reasoned, acknowledging Makoto’s responsive hum and he used an arm to hold Makoto’s face. As Ryoji hoisted Makoto into the grocery cart, he gave a reassuring smile to Makoto’s blushing face, noticing how adorable the expression was. 

“There we go!” Ryoji said as Makoto got comfortable. He stood behind the cart, raising a finger to the distance. “Onward! To the pastry section!” 

He’s going to be the death of me , Makoto thought fondly as Ryoji ran down the dairy aisle as fast as he could, picking up speed so he could hang along on the back of their cart. 

—

There’s something I really need to talk to you about. Can I come over tonight? I won’t alarm Aigis.

Unbeknownst to him, Makoto’s phone received Ryoji’s message during the witching hour. Each of the members of S.E.E.S gathered around the command center, adorned in their uniforms and hats, while Korumaru used his teeth to stir a large cauldron. 

“Keep that cauldron bubbling, Korumaru! Once this curse is gone we can cook it up for a new poison tonic,” Ken encouraged the dog, who let out a muffled bark in acknowledgment. 

After a short period of searching, the coven found their targeted host, and summoned the malevolent beast onto the roof. 

Mitsuru and Fuuka stayed behind with the crystal ball while the rest of the witches met the curse. A large, multi-limbed lady stood before them, waving about her dark magic angrily. Everything was going smoothly, the curse already half defeated, until a familiar voice stunned the group. 

“Makoto? What’s happening?” 

Yukari, Junpei, and Makoto looked behind them, watching a bewildered Ryoji standing at the top of the stairs.

“Ryoji!?” Yukari screamed. The curse in front of them screeched loudly, affronted at being ignored. “Urgh, let’s take this thing out first! Stay right where you are Ryoji!” 

Makoto could feel Ryoji’s gaze lingering on his back the entire fight, and when he turned around to face the taller boy, he noticed a sense of wonder on his expression. 

“You did amazing there, Makoto,  I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” Ryoji whispered in admiration, even though he had no clue what was going on.

“Mn…” Makoto broke eye contact as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants - hidden by his long, black cloak. 

—

After a lengthy conversation about S.E.E.S and what they did, Ryoji stared at the coven in wonder. 

“Wow, so you all are like heroes. That’s amazing,” he said earnestly. “It explains why I saw a bunch of coffins on my way here,” he chuckled sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. 

Yukari raised her eyebrow. “How did you even get here in the first place?” 

“Well- I, uh-” Ryoji sweated nervously as Aigis pulled out an actual gun from her cloak. 

“Woah woah!” Junpei rose to his feet, “Aigis, what are you doing! Why do you have a gun!?” 

“Calm down,” Makoto whispered to Aigis, slowly pushing down her outstretched hand. Her accusatory eyes never left Ryoji. 

“I-I texted Makoto. I just really wanted to talk to him about something, so I made my way here and…kind of climbed up your building…” 

“What did you want to talk to him about, dude?” Junpei asked incredously. 

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Ryoji lied poorly, his shoulders slumped piteously. 

Fuuka elbowed Junpei gently. “Hey, don’t ask him any more questions. It’s okay, Ryoji-kun, we understand,” she smiled supportively. “Anyway, this means that there’s a possibility he can join the coven, right Mitsuru?” 

Mitsuru nodded hesitantly, noticing Aigis’ heated glare. “Ah, well our coven is certainly crowded-”

Ryoji held his hands up, understanding where Mitsuru was headed. “It’s okay, I don’t think I could ever be as good of a witch as you all, haha,” he laughed to himself, “but if you ever need my help, I’d be glad to assist in any way possible.” 

“Thank you, Ryoji. That’s very kind of you.” 

The witching hour ended, and everyone went to their respective rooms. Ryoji made his way to leave the dormitory, but Makoto stopped him, grasping softly at his wrist. 

“Did…you still want to talk to me?” Makoto asked almost shyly. 

“It…It can wait, I think,” Ryoji said uncomfortably. “I feel really bad that I disturbed your ritual. I should let you get some sleep.” 

Makoto frowned, releasing Ryoji’s hand. “Does…all of this make you uncomfortable?” Makoto tilted his head downward, silently pointing to the witch’s hat on his head. Ryoji’s eyes widened.

“No!” he quickly amended. “I think it's incredible what you guys do. I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. It’s just…what I wanted to talk to you about is unimportant - silly, honestly,” he let out a self-deprecating laugh, which shocked Makoto to hear.

Makoto’s brows drew inward, a frown dancing on his lips. “I’ll judge whether it's silly or not.” 

Ryoji smiled sadly at Makoto, reaching a hand out to hold Makoto’s. “You’re too kind to me, Makoto. You’re just-” his breath hitched, trying to come up with the right words. “Everything about you is so kind , even if you draw up walls around yourself. You care so much about others, and I feel like the closer I get to you- the more you let your guard down around me…the more I feel like Aigis is right . I feel like…I could be dangerous to you - I could hurt you…” Ryoji released Makoto’s hand, closing his eyes as his expression crumpled. “When I think about it, I could cry . This feeling of dread washes over me, telling me that time is running out…” 

Makoto hesitated slightly, his hands twitching momentarily before he resolved himself. He stood forward, bringing his arms around Ryoji in a tight embrace. Ryoji gasped, his hands hovering uselessly in the air before gripping Makoto back.

Ryoji used one hand to press the back of Makoto’s head against his neck, and the other to wrap around his waist. Makoto’s hands rubbed Ryoji’s back, reaching up until one rested underneath his scarf on the nape of his neck. 

“You would never hurt me, Ryoji. Please…don’t leave,” Makoto whispered as he pulled his face away from the crook of Ryoji’s neck. A selfish guilt crept into Makoto’s heart, reminding him of his impending death. This was the perfect opportunity, the perfect chance to tell Ryoji to leave, and never see him again so he could save him some trouble later. But…

Ryoji’s expression looked pained as he gazed into Makoto’s eyes. “I-” I could never. I don’t think I can leave you anymore- “I won’t leave.” 

They held each other for a few moments before letting go at the same time. Ryoji opened his eyes, breaking into a cold sweat as he witnessed Aigis hiding near the staircase, a morbid expression on her face.

—

After that night, Ryoji spent more time in the dormitory, sometimes lounging in the command room while the coven performed their rituals. He always smiled brightly at their hard-fought battles, encouraging them when they were at their lowest. 

One night, after the witching hour was finished, Makoto started walking down to the lobby, stopping once he listened to a hushed conversation between Ryoji and Junpei. Well…as hushed as a conversation between Ryoji and Junpei could go.

“Dude, when are you going to make a move?” 

“Make a move?” 

Makoto could hear Junpei sigh, “Yeah, man, everyone can see how you guys feel about each other. And it's not like the other party is going to make a move.” 

“I know…” Ryoji sighed. “I might have flirted with girls a lot, but this is totally different. I don’t know how to make a move.” 

Makoto frowned slightly at Ryoji’s confession. It seemed he had finally found someone to give his true affection to…Whoever that may be. Makoto knew it certainly couldn’t be him. The thought made Makoto’s heart clench painfully - he had already been coming to terms with the feelings he caught for Ryoji for the past few weeks, and now his chance to become something more with Ryoji had passed. His rational mind knew he shouldn’t pursue a relationship with Ryoji, he shouldn’t long for it, knowing the curse that sits at his core could take his life at any time. But a small, fragile, fleeting part of him hoped that Ryoji would feel the same way about him…

Junpei’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Don’t you worry, Ryoji. Your good buddy Junpei will help you in the journey to romance your love!” 

Makoto had to wince at Junpei’s words. Oh, Ryoji. I feel bad for the poor girl on the receiving end of whatever plans he has…

—

Makoto got better at hiding his feelings about Ryoji, to some extent. That's what he told himself, at least, until he felt himself panic at school one day when Ryoji came barreling down the hallway with a bouquet of flowers, unabashedly handing them to Makoto. 

“Makoto!” He called after the silent boy, who ignored the pointed stares of the students around him. Coming to a halt before him, Ryoji breathed heavily as he caught his breath. “ Ah -I- First of all, huff , did you see how fast I ran? Isn’t that incredible? I’m getting stronger- keh- anyway…” Makoto felt a lopsided smile pull at his lips, and he put a hand on Ryoji’s back as the taller boy caught his breath. A pang of fondness made his heart ache in ways he had tried not to think about as he relished in Ryoji’s progress. He was proud to witness Ryoji’s growth, so he attempted to convey his emotions to the best of his abilities by awkwardly rubbing Ryoji’s back in circles. 

Somehow understanding the gesture, Ryoji smiled brightly and continued his words, holding the bouquet of flowers in front of him. “A few of the older girls showed me how to make these flower bundles! I was too eager at first and just started putting random flowers together, but the girls corrected me and told me that every flower means something, and it’s meant to be given away to someone important. That’s why this bundle is special, and-” Makoto realized with a start that Ryoji had a dusting of pink on his pale cheeks “-I wanted to give this to you , Makoto.” 

Ryoji extended his hand, and Makoto reached out to take the flowers, his fingers grazing over Ryoji’s. Makoto brought the flowers to his nose, breathing in the sharp floral smell. He glanced at each flower in the bunch, the large quantity of roses and daisies making his breath stutter. 

Don’t these flowers represent love…?  

His heart raced as he watched Ryoji, holding the flowers with a crushing grip. Ryoji spoke to him gently. “Do you like them? I picked the ones that smelled the best-” 

Makoto’s heart sank to his stomach, disappointment flooding his senses. He only picked flowers that he believed would smell nice. Of course he wouldn’t be…confessing his love or anything… Makoto felt a hole opening in his chest, hollow and gravid. He gave a wobbly smile to his friend. 

“They are very nice. I like them, thank you,” he could hear the emptiness in his own voice, wishing he could change the way he felt in the moment.

The smile on Ryoji’s face slowly fell, the light blush on his face thinning out. “Makoto, What’s wrong?” 

Embarrassingly enough, Makoto felt a sting behind his eyes, a telltale sign of tears beginning to form. Dammit … Why do I care so much!? He thought to himself furiously as he turned on his heels and ran away. His legs felt weaker than normal as he brushed past students to get to his classes. 

He could feel Ryoji on his heels, calling out a mantra of “ Makoto, wait! ” until an angry Aigis stopped him in his tracks. 

“What are you doing?” She held her arms out to block Ryoji.

Ryoji took a step to the left, then to the right, trying to shake Aigis in any way possible.

“Aigis!” Ryoji growled in frustration. After a minute of their little game of back-and-forth, Ryoji gave up and turned to leave…

Aigis immediately rushed to comfort Makoto, who insisted that Ryoji had done nothing wrong. Aigis hummed, her opinion not swayed in the slightest. She ran her fingers through Makoto’s hair, inwardly cursing Ryoji the whole time.

—

It was at that point that Makoto decided to limit his contact with Ryoji. If Ryoji didn’t see Makoto so often, maybe he would have time to see the one he loves - the one who could stay with Ryoji for the remainder of their lives. 

Makoto could bring no promise of forever or a promise of happiness. If he couldn’t bring himself happiness most days, how could he give that to someone as radiant as Ryoji? Makoto struggled against the harshness of reality, pointedly ignoring Ryoji at school. He moved faster than he had ever moved before after class ended, practically running away from any opportunity to see the boy. Aigis was more than happy to show Makoto how to mute the notifications of his text messages, as much as it hurt him to do it to his and Ryoji’s text conversation. 

It was better like this, Makoto reasoned with himself. Makoto never had anything to offer to their friendship anyway, so naturally after they stopped seeing each other, Ryoji would lose interest and drift away…Probably drifting into the arms of his crush.

The only fault in Makoto’s plan was failing to understand just how well Ryoji understood him. They were like the sun and the moon, constantly chasing after each other in an endless orbit. It made Makoto’s head spin. Everywhere he went, he could feel Ryoji in his shadow, always lingering in his peripheral vision. It made him panic - but more than anything it made him want to run back to Ryoji. So instead, he ran away. 

—

Maybe it was due to his lack of sleep - or the heartbreak he went through while not talking to Ryoji - but Makoto was feeling significantly weaker in the past few days. Not just in a ‘fainting maiden’ way either, but an actual, tangible weakness that permeated through to his bones. 

He didn’t take it seriously for the first week, brushing off his body’s protests as he pushed himself to the limit with his curse-breaking duties - which certainly wasn't an attempt to distract himself from his constant thoughts of Ryoji. But as the days stretched out, and he ended up collapsing on the running track at school - his breath coming out shorter and shorter as he kept falling behind - he realized that something may be seriously wrong. 

He didn’t tell the coven that he had to drop the school’s track team.

—

Makoto returned from an outing with Aigis the next day, exhausted from their shopping spree even though Aigis was the one carrying all the bags. He returned to his room, lying on his bed while he thought back to his evening. 

During his musings, the dull sound of rain outside interrupted the white noise in his mind. Makoto turned his head lazily to look out the window, watching the rain slide down the glass. He grunted as he made his way to stand, legs aching in protest. He slowly walked down the stairs, groggily opening the front door. His eyes widened comically as he came face to face with a soaking-wet Ryoji, looking down at him like a sad, stray cat. 

“Makoto,” he breathed, the rims of his eyes slightly reddened. “Ah! Don’t close the door!” Ryoji rushed forward to push open the door that Makoto was silently closing. “Please, let me talk to you.” 

Makoto looked behind him, noticing the absence of his fellow witches, and reluctantly moved to usher in Ryoji. “Be quiet. We’ll go to my room.” 

Ryoji walked into the building, wiping his wet shoes against the doormat, and removing his soaked scarf. They both slinked upstairs, with Ryoji following behind Makoto patiently even as Makoto took far longer than normal to walk up the stairs. Makoto attempted to stifle his shallow breaths as his knees occasionally shook, which Ryoji immediately caught sight of.

“Are you…feeling okay?” Ryoji whispered behind him. The concern and hesitation radiating from his words made Makoto falter. He missed Ryoji so much -

“I’m fine,” he assured quietly, finally reaching the top of the stairs. They went into Makoto’s room, twisting the doorknob shut without a low click . Makoto sat on his bed first, while Ryoji debated following after. He pulled at his wet clothes awkwardly, and Makoto patted the space beside him. 

“You can sit here, I don’t mind.” 

Ryoji took him up on his proposal, sitting delicately beside Makoto. They stayed there in silence until Ryoji took a deep breath and finally broke it.

“I’m sorry.”

Makoto looked at Ryoji, his expression unreadable. “What are you sorry for?” he whispered incredously. 

“The flowers I gave you - I didn’t mean for them to upset you like this. I know they were really forward-” Ryoji buried his head in his hands. “Ugh, I should have never listened to Junpei’s stupid suggestions-” 

“W-What?” Makoto said, disoriented and caught completely off guard. 

Ryoji blinked back at him. “The flowers,” he started dumbly. “I-It was practically a huge, painted sign that said ‘I LIKE YOU’ written on it, wasn’t it? It scared you, and I’m so sorry . I never wanted to ruin what we had between us. You don’t have to like me in that way, but please don’t push me away. I don’t think I could take it,” his voice broke on the last syllable, hands shaking in his lap. “I still want to be your friend.” 

Makoto’s head was spinning, and he gripped his hair in an attempt to stop the dizziness. “You-...You said that you picked those flowers because they smelled nice .” 

“Well, yes. Flowers may have different meanings, but I also wanted to pick the most fragrant kinds to convey my message. Did-...Did you not understand what the flowers meant?” 

“ I understood, but I thought that you didn’t know what they meant…I thought you just picked those flowers because they smelled nice.” 

Ryoji looked utterly lost. “Then I don’t understand. If you didn’t realize my intention, then why did you run away from me?” 

Makoto blushed furiously. “I ran because I wanted you to like me in…in that way…and I thought that you didn’t” he admitted in a quiet voice. Silence stretched out between them until Ryoji choked out his words. 

“Makoto, Makoto!” He reached out to Makoto, pulling him into his arms. Makoto went easily, holding onto Ryoji like he was the only thing keeping him grounded. He squirmed slightly at how wet Ryoji’s shirt was, but the overwhelming need to be as close to Ryoji as possible weighed out any discomfort he had by a long shot. 

They stayed there for a few minutes, only breaking away to press their foreheads together. Ryoji smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt, opening his eyes to he could stare at Makoto’s serene expression. 

“I feel like I was born to meet you, to hold you, to be close to you,” Ryoji whispered reverently, resting his hands on Makoto’s waist. “Is that weird?” Makoto shook his head, causing both of their foreheads to move together. Ryoji chuckled at the gesture.

Makoto’s eyes shone in the moonlight coming through the window, his hands coming up to cradle Ryoji’s face tenderly. He may not have the words to describe the affection running through his veins, but it never mattered when it came to Ryoji. Because Ryoji just knew . 

Makoto’s eyes darted down to Ryoji’s lips, and Ryoji followed the motion intently, chuckling to himself. They both leaned in together, breaths intermingling until the door to Makoto’s room slammed open to reveal Aigis standing in the doorway. 

The boys jolted away from each other as Aigis’ voice filled the empty space between them. “I knew I smelled him here. Why do you insist on being close to him, Ryoji?” 

Makoto stood to his feet shakily, resisting the urge to use the bedside table for support. “Aigis, I…I like him. He makes me happy.” 

These words seemed to hurt Aigis physically, and she grabbed her chest as she turned away from the door. “Oh, Makoto. You don’t, understand. You shouldn’t be doing this,” Aigis stuttered her words, and she left the room quickly. 

Ryoji silently stood to his feet, taking Makoto’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll get over this eventually…Don’t look at me that way, you have nothing to feel sorry for.”

I should feel guilty for all this , Makoto thought to himself desperately. I shouldn’t have this happiness, I shouldn’t have you - 

“It’s getting late,” Makoto broke out of his thoughts. “I don’t want you walking home during the witching hour. I…would offer for you to stay here, but…” a flash of disappointment swept over Makoto’s eyes.

“I know,” Ryoji said, giving Makoto’s hand one final squeeze before he made his leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Sweet dreams,” Ryoji grabbed the door handle to Makoto’s door, and started to pull it closed slowly. 

Makoto turned to look away until Ryoji called out again. “Oh, and Makoto?

“Mn?” Makoto tilted his head in silent query.

“I love you…” 

A warmth fell over Makoto, but his tongue felt heavy with the words “ I love you too ” trapped in his throat. 

Ryoji closed the door, and Makoto fell to his bed, legs too weak to continue standing. 

—

The days following were a mixture of bliss and anxiety. Each of the S.E.E.S members welcomed Makoto and Ryoji’s new relationship warmly - except for Aigis, who spent her time searching for cures to rare and unusual curses. Makoto attempted to ignore his worsening condition, suggesting date locations with Ryoji that didn’t require much movement. 

During one of their outings, Ryoji announced that he had a piano recital coming up at the school, and he surprised Makoto with the news. Makoto smiled as Ryoji declared that he had a special song prepared meant just for Makoto. The recital started a few days, and Ryoji leaned closer with a smirk as he asked Makoto a question. 

“So, are you going to be there?” 

Makoto took Ryoji’s hand, and they interlaced their fingers. 

“I wouldn’t dare miss it.”

—

In a cruel twist of fate, Makoto could not keep his word. In the days between then and the recital, things took a turn for the worse. A pressure on his chest kept him paralyzed in the mornings for at least a quarter-hour. Only after that point could he even think about getting up, and his pace shorted to the walking speed of a man in his 80s. 

Makoto thrashed in his bed as he woke up later than expected on the day of the recital, checking the clock on his wall that told him he was running late. 

“No, ngh , please,” he muttered to nobody in particular, pushing his body to the limit so he could make it out of his own bedroom. 

The way down the stairs left him breathless, and he crossed the lobby in a hurry. Opening the front doors, he began his descent down the front staircase. One step at a time, Makoto could feel his legs weakening, while his lungs burned to get as much oxygen to Makoto as possible. Just as he reached the middle step, his front leg gave way, and he made a feeble attempt to brace himself as he tumbled down, his world turning black instantly. 

—

Ryoji practically skipped to school, an energy he never felt before surging through him. He felt more alive than ever, ready to play his special piece for the rest of the students, and more importantly, for Makoto. 

As everyone flooded the assembly room, Ryoji couldn’t help but look out into the crowd, his eyes finding the familiar faces of his friends. A smile broke out on his face until he quickly realized that Makoto wasn’t with them. His eyes searched up and down the rows of seats, but couldn’t find the familiar blue hair that he knew and loved. 

There’s still a few minutes before I start…

Ryoji tried to delay the recital for a few more minutes, but eventually the teachers had enough of him and forced him to perform. The fire in his heart slightly dimmed, and Ryoji stood out on the stage, taking his seat at the piano and playing for the school to hear.

—

The last thing he expected to see when he was leaving the school was a frantic Yukari and Junpei, talking to themselves wildly. Ryoji jogged to catch them, and when he stopped before Yukari she took his hands in her own. 

“Ryoji, Makoto is in the hospital right now,” Her eyes were filled with nothing but distress, and Ryoji’s head spun as he put a hand to his heart.

I should have known there was something wrong with him. I should have known! Ryoji thought desperately as he released Yukari’s hands and took off down the street.

 “W-Wait!” Yukari and Junpei were hot on his heels, following him all the way to the hospital. 

Fully expecting to see her, Ryoji watched Aigis standing at the door to Makoto’s room, a deep frown on her lips. He spoke to her frantically. “What happened? Is he okay!?” 

Aigis was solemn, her gaze fixed on the floor as her bottom lip trembled. “I’ve run out of time. I failed him, and we only have a few more days…The time is here,” she looked past Ryoji, staring at Yukari and Junpei knowingly. Her eyes moved to Ryoji’s, and her expression only seemed to become even sadder.

Yukari’s eyes filled with tears. “Why? Why now ?”

“I don’t know,” Aigis clutched her head, tears falling from her eyes in rivulets. “He wants to see you though,” Aigis said to Ryoji. “You don’t understand what is going on,” Ryoji noted the lack of malice or anger in Aigis’ voice. She sounded thoroughly broken , and Ryoji didn’t know what to do other than numbly open the door to Makoto’s room, watching the boy’s eyes light up. 

Ryoji’s heart broke as he saw the boy’s head bandaged, a small patch of blood visible through the fabric. “Makoto, what happened ?” 

“I’m sorry I missed the recital…” 

Ryoji shook his head, a dry sob choked from him. “I don’t care about the recital, Makoto! Tell me what’s going on, please ,” 

Makoto sighed, looking away from Ryoji. “I’m…inflicted with a curse,” he admitted softly. “I’ve had it for almost a decade, and there’s been no way to cure it. I believed that… since I’ve had it for so long, it wouldn’t affect me for a long time,” Makoto closed his eyes, a sudden migraine making him wince. “I was wrong - I was stupid . I’m so sorry, Ryoji. There’s nothing I can do to stop it from taking me,” the guilt on Makoto’s face destroyed Ryoji’s heart.

He ran to Makoto’s side, pulling the smaller boy’s hand into his own. “ Don’t apologize , Makoto. What kind of curse is it? Is there really nothing to be done?” 

“The only thing I remember from the night I was cursed is a dark night, a full moon, and a burning bridge. That’s… the only thing I remember from the night I inherited this curse. I…” Makoto trailed off, seemingly lost in other thoughts. His face grew into a muted shade of red as a line of unshed tears formed in his eyes. “The time I spent with you were some of the best days of my life. I never wanted to hurt you like this, and I know I should have been upfront with you about my curse…Please forgive me Ryoji…” A tear fell down Makoto’s face, and Ryoji wiped it away. 

“You know that even if I knew about the curse, I would never leave you. Don’t spend your time feeling guilty, Makoto. And…” Ryoji squeezed Makoto’s hand, “I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you here. Just you wait, 'cause I’m not giving up so easily,” Ryoji promised.

“Ryoji…” Makoto said sadly.

Ryoji smiled lop-sidedly. “I always liked it when you called my name.” 

“Ryoji.” 

“Mm,” Ryoji released Makoto’s hand, turning to leave the room. 

“Where are you going…?” Makoto asked after him.

“I’m going to find a cure for this,” he said naturally. 

Makoto remained quiet as Ryoji began to shut the door. Just before he could pull it closed, Makoto said his parting words in the space between them. 

“I love you, Ryoji.” 

A bittersweet feeling swept over Ryoji. His jaw clenched as he steeled his resolve and grouped up with Aigis in preparation for the long night ahead of them. 

—

The coven library proved to be useless, as Aigis had already mulled through all the resources available. Mitsuru laid out all the ancient texts her ancestors left her, already translated from her previous attempts to cure Makoto. Even with all the members of the coven working together, there was nothing new they could learn. 

With the situation looking truly hopeless, the members of S.E.E.S had started preparing their final words to share with Makoto the next day at the hospital - the day of Makoto’s birthday. Ryoji replayed Makoto’s words in his mind, thinking of burning bridges, and the full moon. 

Without any hope of falling asleep that night, Ryoji felt himself losing his mind. He journeyed to the first bridge he could think of, and stood there alone until the witching hour. 

The sky clouded over in a familiar green fog, and a blinding yellow moon stared back at Ryoji as he watched the sky. 

Bridge. Night. Moon. Curse. His eyelids drooped slightly as the scenery around him blurred.

Curse.

Curse…

With a sinking dread, Ryoji began to remember things he shouldn’t have. Snippets of a world through the eyes of a large immortal, feathered arms pointed at a small boy and his parents while an inferno burned around them. Nyx… I’m seeing things through Nyx’s eyes. 

Nyx…? I shouldn’t know who that is…

Oh no…

“Are you beginning to remember?” A cold voice made the hairs on Ryoji’s neck stand up. 

“I…I don’t understand,” Ryoji said numbly, willing away the possibility of the situation. 

“I am glad I followed you here,” Aigis said hollowly. “The pieces lined up for me when I watched the moon rise; they clicked together seamlessly. I’m certain the same has happened for you, but I can make everything clear nonetheless,” Aigis enunciated each word. “You are an Appriser. You are bound to Makoto by a curse placed upon him when he was a child . The ‘maternal being’ declared his death inevitable, a sacrifice so that the Appriser could become mortal - mortal enough to watch the world without raising suspicions .” 

“No,” Ryoji attempted to cover his ears, tears falling down his face. “Please, no! That’s not me, I don’t want-” 

Aigis raised her voice in anguish. “ I was created to help Makoto. You were born to leech the strength from him! You were born to drain him dry! You were born to kill him!” 

Ryoji’s eyes stung, and he blinked away unwanted visions as he watched Aigis. Through the anguish and madness running through his mind, he ran in front of her and dropped to his knees. “Aigis,” he begged. “Give me your gun.” 

“...” Aigis’s eyes widened, before silently complying. Ryoji took the gun from her and placed it against his head, crying louder as he screamed. 

“I only wanted to be with him! I never wanted this …I-I’m so sorry ! Makoto!” the hand holding the gun quivered as he began to think of how Makoto would awake the next morning, no longer feeling the weakness that plagued Ryoji when his own pathetic ‘life’ first began - Makoto would surely feel better as he realized his curse was gone. 

Makoto would smile, he would hang out with his friends, and he would destroy curses with the coven. He could live his life again, without the worry of his looming death…Ryoji would die a hundred times if he could give that kind of life to Makoto. Finding an overwhelming calmness, he accepted his necessary death.

“Wait…” Aigis’ voice was filled with static, barely audible as she started to overheat slightly. 

“Why?” Ryoji wiped the tears off his face.

Aigis looked at the ground, seemingly frustrated. “I…I was built with two purposes. One was to protect Makoto. The other…was to make Makoto happy. What you are about to do is giving me…warring feelings.” 

“Does it matter?” Ryoji said desperately. “Makoto will find happiness when I’m gone. He won’t even live past tomorrow if I stay,” his sentence tapered off into a whisper. 

Aigis’ brows were drawn in as she gently took the gun from Ryoji’s hand. “Then you do not understand Makoto as well as you claim. You are far more important to him than you will ever know…” She looked into the distance before her. “We now remember things we did not before. This is not the final hour. There is still time to find a cure. You… were my enemy… but I had always wanted you to be my friend, as well. I do not wish to see you die…not if we can stop it.” she admitted to him. 

Ryoji took a deep breath, watching Aigis as she reached out a hand to him. He took it gratefully, pulling himself up to stand. “You know…I could be your friend now - if you want. We don’t have to hate each other. Whether I live or die tomorrow, it won’t matter. I’d still like you to call me your friend in the end.” 

“I…think I would like that.” 

—

The coven stared at Ryoji and Aigis in disbelief as they explained their confrontation at the bridge.

“The Appriser of Death !? Are you for real-?” 

“How did you find out about this-?” 

“Do you know how to help Makoto-kun-!?” 

Mitsuru slammed the tome in her hands shut. “Silence!” The coven’s mouths were instantly closed by Mitsuru’s spell, and a few sputters of mmph were let out until the room was quiet. Mitsuru glared daggers at Ryoji, a deep frown on her lips. 

“You mentioned that it was an immortal that cursed Makoto, do you know its name?” 

“Nyx,” Ryoji replied simply. 

“Mm,” Mitsuru acknowledged, her eyes closing momentarily in thought. “I haven’t researched much about the old gods. I had always believed they were just stories passed down by my ancestors… Tell me, do you have a strong connection with Nyx?” 

Ryoji shook his head. “I remember a time when I was part of her, but once I was taken away I could no longer feel anything. There’s no way for me to make contact with her unless she wants it to happen.” 

“I see…” Mitsuru said, “Do you remember how Nyx created this curse?” 

Ryoji clenched his hands into fists, feeling useless as he muttered, “No, I could only see a few visions. The last thing I remember is Nyx reaching her hand out to Makoto, and…that was it for me.” 

Mitsuru stood to her feet, waving her hand as the silencing spell dispersed. Junpei let out a dramatic gasp as he opened his mouth, and the rest of the coven paid him no mind. Instead, they all followed Mitsuru as she led them to the library. 

Around them, the bookshelves seemed to bend and twist to Mitsuru’s will, spitting out any book that Mitsuru called out. It wasn’t long until a pile of them were stacked on the wooden table in the middle of the room, each one thoroughly flipped through my Mitsuru’s hands. 

Yukari coughed lightly, disturbing Mitsuru’s work. “Do you think there’s a possible cure somewhere in the library,” she wrung her hands out nervously. “Maybe we can help you look for it.” 

Mitsuru sighed deeply, staring at Aigis and ignoring Yukari. “You’ve gone through the library multiple times before. Do you remember a book about Midas’ predictions?”

Aigis’ eyes widened. “Do you really think…?” 

“Yes,” Mitsuru affirmed, and Aigis ran to the other side of the room, reaching up as she grasped a thin, worn-down book. Mitsuru immediately started flipping through its pages. 

“What is the book about?” Akihiko spoke from his spot against the wall. 

“An old scientist who used to work at a power plant in Ishikawa, Midas, believed himself to be a prophet. Before he descended into madness, he recorded some of his ‘prophecies’ that were expected to become a reality. Nobody paid him any mind,” Mitsuru paused, scanning over a page of the book before continuing. “Until one of them came true. From then on, people became hyper-aware of the dates on each of his prophecies. Lo and behold, one after another became true. That is…until he had an outlandish prophecy that would claim the end of the world was near… After it supposedly never happened, he lost his mind, and traveled the world as a monk.” 

“He prophesized Nyx’s arrival…” Ryoji said, dumbfounded. 

“Yes,” Mitsuru confirmed, her pointer finger stabbing into the book in her hands. She read aloud, “Odaiba, 1999 - November 14th, 20:00 - ‘An immortal mother will find our world unredeemable, annihilating all life on the planet.’ Does this seem to line up with your memories, Aigis?” 

“I do not remember much of Makoto’s parents, but from what I was told, this seems to be in the right time frame.” 

“Excellent, can you tell me where this took place?” 

“The Moonlight Bridge,” Aigis provided. 

Mitsuru closed the book, sparing glances at Yukari, Fuuka, and Akihiko. “Come with me, we will witness this night ourselves.” 

“Huh?” Ryoji muttered helplessly. The group traveled up the stairs into the command center as Yukari explained patiently. 

“Once we understand an exact point in time, we can use the crystal ball to watch the earth’s memories in a certain location. Think of it like watching a video recording, but only more… magical , I guess?” 

“What!?” Junpei squealed from behind them. “How did I not know about this? That seems so rad!” 

Yukari crossed her arms petulantly. “Maybe it’s because you never cared for the incantation practices, only the awesome summon powers. Just like Akihiko …” Yukari pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding Ryoji of Mitsuru. 

Akihiko let out an affronted “ Hey! ” before Mitsuru interrupted their conversation. 

“Alright, ladies. Around me,” she commanded, reaching her hands out to hold onto Yukari and Fuuka. With Akihiko on the opposite side, they closed their eyes around the crystal ball, reciting things that Ryoji had no hope of understanding. 

He waited with bated breath as the crystal ball remained a cloudy gray, reminding him of the static on a television. As the spell was finished, however, the crystal ball started to warp, a familiar green fog enveloping the glass. The witches opened their eyes, staring at the crystal ball. 

“There,” Fuuka pointed to a distant, burning fire that clashed with the green hues of the sky. Mitsuru reached her hand out, dragging the image inside the crystal ball into view. Voices became clearer as the crystal ball got closer to Nyx, and the coven gasped as they witnessed her form. Ryoji suddenly became self-conscious as they stared, a blush creeping on his cheeks. 

Nyx’s voice was warped with static as she called out “...-- will succumb to his death as my Appraiser shall drain his strength to use as its own, allowing it to finally become my Watchful Eye of Death!” 

The coven was silent as they watched Makoto’s parents break down on the bridge, screaming to the immortal before them. 

“ Please , don’t take our little boy away! To slaughter him when he’s just beginning his life - it’s too cruel!” Makoto’s mother began to sob, her composure falling away in the chaos around her. “Tell me there’s a way to stop his death - any way at all!” 

Nyx stood frozen, bewildered by the mortal’s hubris. “I have spared all of humanity, except for this child. Why then, do you insist he be spared as well?” 

Makoto’s father spoke shakily. “He is our son . For a child to die before their parents- it’s-” he closed his eyes as he attempted to rein in his sobs. 

“...Okay,” Nyx raised her arm one more, a light flickering in her palm. “There shall be a way to rouse the child’s deathlike sleep. The only way to bring him back from the brink of death is with…a kiss, bestowed on him by his true love . My word is final …” 

With that, Nyx’s wings closed in on her body, her body disappearing into a ball of smoke. 

Makoto’s parents cried on the bridge, holding their boy in their arms. “What does that mean ? True love? What does it mean!?” 

Makoto’s father cradled his wife’s head in his hands, tears running down his face. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out…don’t worry…don’t worry…” 

Mitsuru waved a hand above the crystal ball, dispersing the images before them. The room was deadly quiet, only being broken by a sound that could only be described as a cat choking on their own hairball. 

“Haven’t you already kissed Makoto!?” Yukari’s eyes practically bulged out of her head. 

Ryoji blushed furiously. “I wanted to, but there was never a good time!” He rushed to explain. “I was afraid of what would happen if Aigis caught us…”

Aigis looked at the ground. “I am sorry…This is my fault.” 

Ryoji walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault, I promise. You had every right to be wary of me, Aigis… We still have time to make it right,” they looked into each other’s eyes, and Aigis gave him a hopeful smile. 

Akihiko looked at the window outside. “The witching hour is ending. Are you going to head to the hospital?” 

Mitsuru raised her eyebrow at him. “He can’t exactly just walk into a hospital in the middle of the night - unless he wants to be arrested. That would defeat the whole point, wouldn’t it?” 

“...” Akihiko crossed his arms.

Junpei reached out and grabbed Yukari and Fuuka, giving them both one-arm hugs. “Come on guys, we just learned that Makoto is going to live, why don’t we celebrate a little?” 

Mitsuru frowned at him. “We still don’t know for certain how things will play out. Let’s save the celebrating for Makoto’s birthday, got it?” 

Junpei stared at Mitsuru with a deadpan expression. “Really? Do you seriously think loverboy over here won’t be able to save Makoto?” 

“L-Loverboy?” Ryoji stuttered. 

Aigis snorted, turning away from the group. “I am going to wait on the roof for morning to come.” 

Ryoji checked the time on the control room’s grandfather clock, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. “Let me join you, Aigis.” 

—

The next morning was a blur to Ryoji. He was unable to do anything but talk to Aigis and stare at the sun rising higher and higher in the sky. His stomach was tied into knots, and the smell of scrambled eggs from the kitchen made him want to puke. 

It was a mercy when they finally began their journey to the hospital, Aigis and Ryoji practically jogging side by side into the building. Their noses were assaulted with a sterile smell, and Ryoji tapped his foot against the elevator floor as they made their ascent upward. Aigis glared at the slowly ticking numbers on the wall like she wanted them to burn.

As they ran to make it to Makoto’s hospital room, Ryoji made a move to open the door, with Aigis practically hugging his back. “Are…Are you going to watch?” he whispered in embarrassment. 

“Just until he is okay. Then I can…let you have your moment ,” Aigis finished with a slight cringe in her expression. 

Huffing out a gentle sigh, Ryoji finally pushed open the door. His heart practically stopped at the sight before him. Makoto’s listless form stretched out on the hospital bed, the boy’s gentle eyes screwed shut as his brows pinched together. 

Ryoji ran to his side, dropping on one knee as he brushed his hand under Makoto’s bangs - pushing them aside. The boy’s expression seemed to soften slightly, and Ryoji had a hard time telling if the boy was awake or not. He grasped Makoto’s frail hand - knuckles jutted out unnaturally from the lack of nourishment. 

Suddenly, the fingers in Ryoji’s hand twitched, and his palm tickled slightly as Makoto curled his fingertips in the taller boy’s grasp. Makoto’s head turned slightly in Ryoji’s direction.

“...-ji. Ryo-ji,” he croaked, eyes still plastered shut. 

“Shh, I’m here,” Ryoji comforted Makoto with a gentle squeeze to his hand. “I’m back.” 

Ryoji used his free hand to gently grasp Makoto’s chin, tilting it upward. Makoto’s eyes opened ever so slightly, a line of unshed tears blurring his stormy gray eyes. Even with his clouded mind, Makoto managed to smile slightly as Ryoji leaned down to press their lips together. 

Ryoji sighed deeply, his soft lips a direct contrast to Makoto’s dry, cracked ones. Ryoji didn’t mind at all, pouring every ounce of his affection into their kiss, willing the stolen strength he took from Makoto to return to its owner. 

He lost track of time as he kissed Makoto over and over, breathless as a hand came up to rest on his neck. He opened his eyes - when had he closed them? - to see Makoto’s beautiful smile staring back at him with so much love that Ryoji couldn’t look away. 

“I can’t feel my curse anymore,” Makoto whispered reverently. “You…You saved me.” 

A sudden spike of guilt shot through Ryoji like an arrow, causing the smile to slip from his face. Makoto noticed instantly, rubbing the back of Ryoji’s neck in a comforting gesture. 

“I-...wouldn’t say that…” Ryoji glanced behind him, noticing Aigis was nowhere to be seen. Taking a deep breath, he shared the truth with Makoto. “Your curse was bestowed onto you by a goddess - Nyx. She agreed to stall the destruction of mankind under one condition; she needed to make a ‘watcher’ to oversee the world. I am the watcher, and you were chosen to sustain my growth all these years,” his expression sunk as he lowered his head on the railing of the hospital bed. 

“I saped your energy slowly, like a parasite , until I could grow into a normal human. Even then, I-” Ryoji choked, terrified to see Makoto’s expression. “Every time I saw you- every time we hung out, I was slowly killing you. I…I fell in love with the person I was meant to kill. I’m so sorry, Makoto” Ryoji held back tears as he released Makoto’s hand. 

“Please, forgive me,” Ryoji uttered helplessly. 

A long minute passed by before Makoto made any movements, pressing his hands against Ryoji’s cheeks and turning Ryoji’s head upward. 

“Do you still love me?” 

Ryoji’s tears stopped, dumbfounded at Makoto’s question. “W-What? Of course I do. I will love you to my very last breath,” he spoke earnestly. “I can’t live with myself knowing the pain I caused you. I never wanted this.”

Makoto looked away from Ryoji’s eyes for a moment, the passion in Ryoji’s voice embarrassing him deeply. “Then,” he started. “I forgive you. Can you…” A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, malnourishment and sickness causing him to look frail and pathetic. “Will you kiss me again?” 

Ryoji smiled, laughing wetly. “Of course, Makoto.” 

They stayed together for most of the day, the doctors utterly baffled when they noticed their patient making a complete recovery out of nowhere. Makoto scratched at his cheek as he shrugged at the doctor, holding Ryoji’s hand the whole time…