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When the Vatican assigns Yukio and Bon to write a joint mission report, neither expects it to turn into a full-blown exorcism of patience, pride, and misplaced affection.
Yukio writes like a soldier-precise, cold, impossible to argue with. Bon writes like he's venting in a diary-emotional, chaotic, and painfully honest.
Together, they're a bureaucratic disaster.
Between editing wars, forbidden phrases like "stupid sexy demon spawn," and Rin's horrified attempts to intervene, the line between documentation and confession begins to blur. Somewhere between the sarcasm and the spell-check, their report stops reading like a mission summary and starts sounding like a love letter.
A slow-burn comedy about paperwork, partnership, and how even the most disciplined exorcist can't proofread his way out of falling in love.