"Oh, Keima!" Chihiro called with joy at the sight of her boyfriend approaching her, but instead of his usual greetings which she expected, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to the park on the roof of the school, much to her surprise. "K-Keima, what're you doing?!" she cried as she went up the steps to the roof, somewhat dazed and puzzled at his strange and new behavior. When the two arrived at Keima's destination, she, with her back facing Keima, quickly turned around and asked again with impatience and irritation in her tone, "Why'd you bring me up here?!" Her face had started to emit a red blush, but she forcefully tried to stop it from being visible; nevertheless, Keima still saw it.

"Chihiro," he spoke to her for the first time since she greeted him this morning, "I have to tell you something..."

Raising an eyebrow of puzzlement, she muttered a soft 'okay' and expected nothing from him; he did have a strange life, after all, seeing how she herself saw first hand how his capturing skills worked and his Vintage tried to capture him. She was, in most cases, also quite like Keima in terms of what they both saw, so she was ready to hear anything. Noticing her oddly calm demeanor, Keima had believed hat she was expectant of a sane answer, and so, with some hesitation, he told her everything, from Yuri Nikaido coming back to him capturing girls in a city not far away.

It did come as quite a surprise to Chihiro, seeing how her reactions emitted that sense of shock, but other than those few times she would show that face, she was strangely agreeing with the situation at hand, something Keima had not expected. After he had finished his long explanation, which he hoped would come to her clearly, he expected some form of a surprised reaction or something of the likes, but instead, Chihiro sighed in quiet disbelief, and took a step closer to him. Confused by her unexplainable response, Keima took a step back; although, after seeing her innocence and honesty in the form of her eyes, he took back his step and came face to face with her. He didn't know why, but he felt sweat start trickling down his face. Anxiety started to stir deep in his stomach, rising with it an agonizing discomfort. Keima's spectacled eyes stared into Chihiro's, and for some time, the two were silent, the both of then unable to make any reasonable replies to destroy the awkward silence.

"Well..." Chihiro spoke as her hand started to scratch the back of her head, expressing a sense of doubt to Keima, "I actually already knew everything..."

Shock and surprise filled every nook and cranny of Keima's frail gamer body, and all he could do to reply was stare with his giant eyes of amazement. What did she mean by she knew everything? Who told her!? All these questions floated freely in the expanse of his mind, and he was trying his hardest to, at least, grasp the concept of her words' meanings.

"It's all in here," his girlfriend handed to him a small, harmless envelope with a stamp resembling Dokurou Skull's face stuck on it's corner; a clear reminder of the now-deceased chief of the Runaway Spirit Squad. "I got this yesterday when I got home."

Hesitantly accepting the message, Keima opened it and read what it had to offer. To his awkward surprise, it detailed most of what he had said, but with the added touch of sweet talk, an attempt by the Squad to coax her to accept his departure. The last words of the message surprised him the most:
'P.S. Yes, all of this sounds like a stupid lie, but if Keima come to tell you all of this tomorrow, will you be convinced?

Signed, Nikaido'

How did Nikaido Dokurou even know he was going to meet her today, anyway? Well, putting that strange and simple question aside, he was quite infuriated by the fact that it was not him, but Nikaido, who told her everything, and even worse, she had given her this message without his condolences and approval. He was ready to just shout into the air, maybe getting the absolute attention of Nikaido herself, but that volcanic anger of his dissipated when he felt a soft finger touch his mouth. Looking down (after his eyes had rolled up to the sky), he found Chihiro extending an arm at his face, her finger telling him to hush and walk the path of calmness. Her face was blank of any noticeable emotions, and due to this, Keima couldn't pinpoint the fact if she was being angry or confused or sad about the news.
Noticing that he was complying with her silent request, she slowly swung down her arm and said, in her gentlest voice, "I actually don't mind... Just as long as you don't go getting another girlfriend there."

Somewhat dumbstruck by her odd response, Keima stayed silent and stared at her with lost eyes, confused. Blinking himself out of this surprised trance, he could not help but ask her of her reasons for allowing him to go. Chuckling in response, she replied to him in a jovial manner, "I don't know! My brain's just going with it. I know those girls have these 'runaway spirits' in them, and I know you're going away for quite some time just to woo them, but I'm still okay with you helping them, no matter the method. Just don't start cheating on me. Like you said, 'there is only one true heroine'!"

The fact that she quoted one of his own lines had touched Keima inside, but the surprise still lingered in him, surprise that he felt oh-too many times. Stuttering, he tried to reply to her, only to spit out a machine gun of 'uh's and 'um's. He was lost for words, and Chihiro could see that. "I-I think I'd better sit down..." his legs effortfully walked to one of the benches, seeking comfort, and sat him on its wooden planks, and the moment his body contacted the smooth wood, his whole body just flopped down to rest alongside his shivering legs. Chihiro could only watch and feel guilt in her words. Walking and sitting next to him, she, although hesitant at first, gave a light peck at his cheek some time after she sat down, and, with the kiss being uncalled for, Keima nearly leap into the air to crash down on the concrete roof, a fate he himself did not desire. His face grew red with embarrassment as the faint aroma of her hair lingered in the air in which she moved through and the smooth texture of her lips felt like an all-too familiar feeling for the Game God's sense of touch. His fear of people touching him had also resurfaced at that split second, creating even more distress and fluster for him.

"W-why did you do t-that?" he asked.

"Well..." Chihiro, who had started to look away from Keima, seemed flustered by her own actions, "That was my way of saying that I'm okay with it... Sorry if you thought of it wrongly..."

Sighing, Keima immediately moved closer to her, much to her surprise; but even after both of them were just an inch from one another, she didn't budge. She just sat there, trying not to make even a small amount of eye contact with her own boyfriend.

"I might not even come back for two to three months, Chihiro." As Keima turned his head to her, she turned her head to him as they initiated eye-contact. She started to pout at the thought, but her train of thought was cut when he continued, "My biggest concern is if you find another boyfriend while I'm gone... That is one of the possible routes that I hypothesized would appear when I'm gone."
Giving a playful push to Keima's shoulder, which somehow nearly made him fall comically down the bench, Chihiro gave a light snicker and said to him, "I won't, Keima! As I've said before, I love you. And only you." Noticing what her words meant, he gave a light blush of surprise, as she herself started to burn red.

Shuffling his seating posture into a more comfortable one (and a more secure one, if Chihiro was to push him again), he said to her, "So you're okay with me going and kissing other girls?"

"Well, can I be first?"

Embarrassed by her sugar-coated words, his eyes averted their gaze from her's, something she clearly noticed. Seeing this as an opportunity, she silently leaned close to him, but before she herself could surprise Keima by kissing him, his arm wrapped itself on her waist and his eyes came back to stare deep into her's. With a low voice, he muttered, "Don't get a gap in your heart, okay?" Somewhat surprised by his own request, Chihiro nervously nodded in agreement, before both their lips gently crashed into one another.

"W-whoa..." After the short kiss, Keima was now on the ground, somewhat hyperventilating due to the surprise and sensation. "Not kissing a girl for a whole month really did something..." Chihiro only watched in awkward silence, somewhat not understanding what he meant, partially due to her being unaware of his huge number of targets.