I spent so much time trying to get my beloved back—and it was all in vain. Out of heartbreak, I even took up sports. Yeah, yeah, I started drinking, smoking… and oops—I don’t smoke. Nothing seemed wrong, but the moment I met one red-haired troublemaker with a bat, everything immediately flew straight at my poor, suffering head. She even called me a deer—like, you’ve got antlers, so you’re a deer, no questions about it. But the fact that I’m a demon doesn’t bother her at all. And she isn’t afraid of me, the rascal. She’s lost all fear. Hm-m, maybe I should help her find it?