As the days passed and Azrael remained asleep, Mirai's worry deepened. She watched over him diligently, observing his breathing and the faint shifts in his expression. There was an underlying sense of unease that tugged at her heart, a feeling that something more profound might be at play.
Mirai paced around the room, lost in her thoughts. She had seen fallen angels recover from injuries much faster than this. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something unique about Azrael's situation—something that extended beyond the physical realm.
After few more hours Azrael suddenly opened his eyes and his heart raced as he woke up and saw Mirai sleeping beside him, holding his hand. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and embarrassment at the situation. His cheeks turned a shade of red he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Gently withdrawing his hand from Mirai's grasp so as not to wake her, Azrael took a moment to observe her peaceful sleeping form. He was touched by her dedication and care for him during his unconsciousness. He realized that their connection had grown stronger over these past few days, and he felt a sense of gratitude for her presence in his life.
As he watched Mirai sleep, Azrael reflected on the strange circumstances that had brought them together. He knew that he still had much to learn and remember about his past, about the responsibilities he once held as an archangel, and the challenges he would have to face as a fallen angel in the human world.
With a sense of determination, Azrael made a silent promise to himself. He would do his best to protect Mirai and others who might be in danger because of their fallen status. He would also seek to uncover the truth about his past and the events that had led him to this point.
Mirai noticed Azrael's blushing expression as she awoke, meeting his gaze in the process.
Mirai apologized for inadvertently holding Azrael's hand as he woke up.
Mirai chuckled, "Ohh! I see. Haha! You're still shy when you are with a lady right? And I'm holding your hands right now. So your face turned red. I'm sorry, Master. Hahaha!"
Azrael reassured, "No, no, no! It's nothing. And by the way, don't call me Master. Call me by my name."
Mirai considered, "Hmm. Okay! But Azrael is quite difficult to pronounce. And I don't feel like calling you like that. So maybe I'll call you Az. Is that fine?"
Azrael agreed, "Az? Hmm. That's strange. But also convenient because it's easy to remember."
Mirai extended an invitation, her voice carrying a hint of excitement, "Why don't you join me today, Az? I'll take you on a little tour of my workplace and introduce you to some of the people there."
Azrael's interest was piqued, a faint smile forming on his lips, "Sure, that sounds like a good plan. I'm curious to see what the everyday life of a normal person entails."
With Mirai's suggestion, Azrael found himself agreeing to join her, embarking on a journey to explore her workplace and meet the individuals who inhabited her world.
Mirai handed Azrael a neatly folded corporate attire, her expression one of playful amusement, "Here, Az. You might want to change into this. It'll help you blend in with the crowd at my workplace."
Azrael accepted the attire with a nod of gratitude, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in his eyes. As he held the clothing in his hands, he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to immerse himself in the routines of an ordinary human setting.
As Azrael and Mirai strolled through the bustling office, a hushed murmur of curiosity and admiration rippled through the air. All eyes seemed to be drawn to Azrael, his striking appearance setting him apart from the ordinary crowd. With his flowing ebony hair, piercing red eyes, and an air of quiet introspection, he stood out like a celestial being amidst mortals. The corporate attire lent him an air of sophistication, juxtaposing his mysterious aura with the professional setting. Despite the admiring glances, Azrael's demeanor exuded an unmistakable loneliness, a sentiment that seemed to emanate from the depths of his gaze.
the presence of the enigmatic newcomer didn't go unnoticed. Whispers and curious glances followed in their wake, especially from the female employees who couldn't help but steal glances at the handsome stranger. The collective murmur of admiration and wonder seemed to ripple through the workspace, a palpable reaction to Azrael's striking appearance. With every step he took, heads turned, and hushed conversations revolved around speculations about his identity. The atmosphere was charged with intrigue and a sense of excitement, as the ordinary routine of the office was momentarily disrupted by the presence of someone truly extraordinary.
Mirai's transformation from the fierce and determined assassin to her current image was nothing short of captivating. Her short hair was adorned with a charming clip, giving her a more playful and approachable appearance. Her eyes, once filled with the intensity of a warrior, now held a softer hue of red that seemed to draw people in. The slight blush in her cheeks added to her charm, and her entire demeanor radiated a different kind of energy, one that resonated with warmth and friendliness. As Azrael observed her beside him, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her previous assassin persona and the person she had become. It was as if he was witnessing a completely new side of her, one that was equally enchanting in its own right.
As they stepped into the elevator, Azrael couldn't hide his surprise at the advanced technology. The elevator's modern features seemed to amaze him, a stark contrast to his own world's simplicity. Mirai, noticing his reaction, chuckled at his astonishment. However, Azrael's confusion deepened as he observed the curious glances from the other passengers in the elevator.
Azrael finally voiced his question, his brows furrowing slightly. "Mirai, is there something wrong with me? Why is everyone staring at me?"
Mirai burst into laughter, finding his bewilderment rather endearing. She shook her head and patted his arm playfully. "Oh, Az, nothing's wrong with you. It's just that you're too handsome. You've caught everyone's attention, and they can't help but turn their heads to steal a glimpse."
A small smile tugged at Azrael's lips, a hint of color touching his cheeks. With Mirai leading the way, they exited the elevator and walked down the corridor until they reached the entrance to Mirai's office.
The moment they stepped into the office, Azrael was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. Each person they encountered greeted Mirai with utmost respect, their heads bowing in deference.
"Good morning, Ms. Mirai," they chorused, their voices filled with admiration.
Perplexed, Azrael couldn't help but inquire about the apparent reverence Mirai commanded. "Mirai, why is everyone bowing to you and offering greetings?"
Mirai smiled, a mix of pride and humility in her expression. She proceeded to explain that she was the owner of the company and that the individuals in the building were her employees, working under her leadership.
Azrael's eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the extent of Mirai's role. "What? You own this entire company?"
Mirai nodded, her smile growing wider as she sensed his astonishment. The revelation only deepened Azrael's perception of the modern world, where even a former angel could hold such a position of power among humans.