"If I take you out and compliment you, does that mean I'm flirting with death?" "I swear, every time you make a stupid pun or joke, you're making it a million times easier for me to reap your soul." "Oh? So does that mean that if I didn't make such brilliant jokes, it would be hard for you to escort me to the afterlife? Perhaps I've made a certain blondie catch feelings?" "..." "Shut up, Hatsune." Death didn't-and couldn't- feel love until a strange teal-haired girl managed to capture his coal black, icy, unbeating heart and make it pound and race for the first time ever.