#chainsaw man x yn
Pairing: Denji/Female Reader
Summary:A flowerful breeze breached the pathway onto your overstudied heart, signing you off with a sense of tranquility. Melodic petals from irresolute trees stayed afloat from the sky and into your trail, trailing each step you tread. The spring season was set to begin, meaning for you: more pivotal tests to prepare for. The sun did its job at minimum wage and the clouds spread and shifted as you continued your steps, walking down the street towards your favorite food stand. After vigorously studying at the library, you find an odd guy getting yelled at for dine and dashing; without the dashing part, at your day to day food stand. At the sight of him you’re flushed with a sense of nostalgia, a sense of remembrance for someone you have never met?
Word Count: 2190 Words
Authors Note: Wow, just wow, I’m actually posting something! I know it’s been however many years, decades, centuries, who knows at this point. Anyway, this is a rewrite of a dumb drabble I wrote a good while ago. I recently found it in my old google docs and decided to rewrite it, been trying to write more anyway. CommentsandReblogs are also always appreciated! Not to sound needy, but please, bless me with comments. It brings me so much joy
A flowerful breeze breached the pathway onto your overstudied heart, signing you off with a sense of tranquility. Melodic petals from irresolute trees stayed afloat from the sky and into your trail, trailing each step you tread. The spring season was set to begin, meaning for you: more pivotal tests to prepare for. You for one considered yourself a “studyholic,” another accurate term would be a ”schoolholic;” face and shoulders slouched into a workbook, pen and pencil in hand, tidy notes, and even neater grades. Just like how each student had a club of interest school was your hobby, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment whenever you aced an exam. From weekly quizzes to national tests, you always had that jubilant feeling of seeing an outstanding score beside your name since forever.
Your father was the same in that sense. Many family members and friends teased, saying you had gotten that trait of fixtation from your workaholic father. Well, you wouldn’t say they were completely wrong. He was the one who raised you after all. After your mother up and abandoned you at your fathers care, he had to step up and provide the best for you alone. He also didn’t have any hobbies, his work was his hobby, and he damn sure put his all into it. Getting a similar feeling of achievement as you whenever he gets a raise or promotion.
You both found the blissful praise of accomplishments addicting. In a world full of evil and devils, you and your father saw the good things. You both saw and knew the things that made you happy; your fixations and the other, but loneliness in your hobbies seeped often. During those times of total dependency on your separate addictions, and when you both find yourselves not there for the other, you’re both left in a state of dread. The need between you and your father was always impactful. Especially as of recently as he buried himself alive in his recent work project and hasn’t been home as of late, leaving you in an empty household. You didn’t mind, you only saw this as an opportunity to study even harder on your upcoming exams.
An itch or scratch shook your senses. You stop in your step in search of this irritation. The wind howled harder as you stilled from your stroll pushing you backward, and your scarf into obscure directions. During your search you find the cause of your itch. You remove a leaf that flew its way between your scarf and ultimately neck, the leaf endingly being the cause of this scratch. Before it could hit the ground as you removed it, it flew along with the cooling breeze.
You sighed.
It was a meek day. The sun did its job at minimum wage and the clouds partly spread and shifted as you continued your steps, walking down the street towards your favorite food stand. After your routine of five hour, no breaks, studying plan; you had gotten to the point of intensity that the school librarian kicked you out, lecturing you like a mother to take a break like the other kids. When exiting the building, with the mention of food from the old librarian, you found yourself craving some junk food.
Luckily, you still had money left over from the last time your dad gave you your allowance weeks ago. With a step a kick’s length, you found yourself passing through a variant of vendors, old and new; fresh and fit. This street was filled with vendors selling their delicious goods. Your eyes searched for your favorite stand that sold bags of cheesy nachos for cheap. The truck mostly sold baggy food, otherwise food for people who will be walking and wanted something to snack on. You enjoyed the food and talking to the owner. The meek breeze from before picked up its pace and mixed the air with a smell of hot food, making you kick up your step like a hog, book bag strapped to your back tightly, wallet in hand.
In under a few minutes of walking you find the colorful truck you were searching for in sight. Thankfully there wasn’t a long line, except for one person your eyes picked up from the distance. The closer you got the more features you got. In sight, you find a boy around your age with scruffy hair that dimmed in the warm setting sunlight, standing in front of the mentioned food stand. He wore a uniform of some kind, well, not really; just a button up, tie, and slacks, all messily done to point out.
The voice of the owner yelling shook your eardrums, now standing no more than five feet from the truck you could actually hear what they were saying, and could tell that they were very angry. However, the boy stood there, mindlessly listening to the older males behind the stand angrily shouting at the boy who was lost in his thoughts who did not pay any mind to his situation. Normally you never put yourself in anyone else’s business. Mr. Kawasaki tends to never get upset or angry at a customer, unless someone was trying to dine and dash him. But you felt bad for the guy, he looked tired and confused. It was test season so he probably over-studied like you, though very unlikely. Well you just like to believe there’s people like you out there, why not think that?
You cup your cheek and shout, picking up your pace. “No worries!” At your voice the boy seemed to break out of his daze and turned around, finding you there, making eye contact, showcasing his deep brown eyes. You moved your gaze to Mr. Kawasaki’s confused gaze then back to the boy’s eyes, back and forth. “Um, I’ll pay for you,” you ease, smiling at the dazed boy. When you stared at his eyes, despite it being the first time, you felt a recollection of a memory. You felt a comfort near him. You knew him. At least, you felt like you did. Shaking off this nostlogia you lower your book bag from your back, and begin removing your Hamilton themed wallet despite the protest of Mr. Kawasaki. As you requested the price the guy owed and began counting up your cash. Denji stared silently: admiring you.
He watched as you paid for Power’s snack. While out with that vile fiend he got paired with, she ran off and ended up ordering food she wasn’t planning on paying for, before ditching him with her tab. Denji could have just left at this point, you seemed to have it under control; he liked that. You were calm, a little awkward but cute overall. It was mostly the school uniform you wore he found cute, maybe it was your squiggly smile, or just the fact that you were a nice girl. For a minute the world seemed to quiet down for you two; the booming crowd and mean man disappeared also, it was just you and him, the setting sun in the background, unforgettable. You spoke animatedly while placing your cash onto the wooden counter, lightly laughing at whatever the old guy said. Denji couldn’t really hear a thing, he only awkwardly stood in place.
The crowd drew back in and the pressure of the wind blew through his hair. Denji recognized this feeling in his heart, this heat in his mind, this haze behind his eye, and hell was he pissed! Was this…love? Was he yet again blessed to meet another girl, a possible girlfriend? He unconsciously grabs his chest, feeling for his chainsaw cord, for comfort. Godammit, he shouldn’t be falling in love with every girl he meets! His mouth quivered as his thoughts continued. But you’re such a cute and nice girl. You’re paying for Powers, but to your knowledge, his food even though he’s just a mere stranger. Hell, Denji knows he wouldn’t have. Before he knew it the older man was gone, and you turned to him, beginning to place your book bag back on. While doing so a few pencils, pens, and sticky notes begin to fall out from the pocket you forgot to zip. You mutter a curse as you squat down to grab them all.
Denji yet again didn’t say anything, why was he still here anyway?! He had to do something or else he’ll look like a total dork. You place all your supplies back into your front pocket and zip it up before placing your bag on your back yet again. “Sorry ‘bout that!” Your lips quirk up for a second, giving him a smile. Denji stuttered, moving his gaze to the ground, while staring at the ground awkwardly his eyes picked up a black market on the ground; you must have forgotten it. Abruptly, he crouches and grabs the market, pushing it into your open hands. “YOU FORGOT THIS ONE!” He wailed.
Okay, this guy is weird, you thought. However, he had this familiar boyish charm that lightened your heart. You smile, biting the inside of your cheek. You grip the marker from his sweaty palm, placing it on your ear. “Thanks. So what happened?“ You ask, motioning to the food stand. “Uhhhhhh,” Denji rubbed his already messy hair, "my friend left me to pay…” he explains, his voice so tiny he’s surprised you heard his response. You pout, shifting your weight. “Aww that sucks, they must be, uh, quite the friend.” You try not to say anything to mean since you both are strangers but, in your opinion, that was a horrible friend, but again you didn’t want to sound rude. He unsurely nods. “Yeah she is quite the friend?” He repeats, watching you. In his head he was thinking: what does ‘quite’ mean? Does it mean rude, stupid, loud friend? If so, that is exactly what Power would be to him.
Standing in front of him, that weird sense of nostalgia still wouldn’t go away. A river flow of clouded memories drowned your head. As Denji stared into space you pointed a finger at him. “Didn’t we go to kindergarten together?” you ask. Denji opens and closes his mouth, tilting his head. “No, I never went to school,” he replies, honestly. Instantly he felt like he damned himself. Did he know you? He didn’t recognize you one bit! His childhood was mostly a repeated day on loop so most things he didn’t remember anyway. However, he couldn’t place you in any memories, how would someone like you have ever gotten involved in his life anyway. Plus, no way he forgot meeting a girl as cute as you! Though, no matter how much he poked his brain nothing came!
“That’s so strange,” you mutter before becoming a stuttering bomn, “n-not you not going to school, which is sorta strange but its just that I feel like I’ve met you before.” Denji wasn’t sure if this was your flirting with him, he was overall just confused. He shakes his head and erratically gives you his hand to shake. “Well I’m Denji!” You thought that it was possible you both had met but logically, you didn’t recognize his name one bit. You look back into his face, observing his boyish features.
When you look at him, he looks so recognizable; such a harsh sense of remembrance, but you aren’t sure when these sudden memories took place anyway. You grab his hand, shaking it. "I’m _____ _____. Nice to meet you, Denji-kun.” Denji’s mind goes blank as you unhurriedly shake his hand. Denji for one wondered if ‘kun’ was a nickname thing. It sounded cute and all. "Nice meeting ya too _____-kun!” Denji gleams, still holding your hand. “That must mean we’re meant to meet then right?” he observes. “To make the memories you have real right? I’m not very smart but that sounds reasonable!" You were stunned for a second. Firstly, he used the male honorific for you? Though, you couldn’t help but smile at his cute words. Very boyish indeed.
The clouds in the sky were all spread out now. It looks like different shades of orange, pink and a little turquoise blue cotton candy under an intense light of the setting sun. It’s like a scene from those cliché romance movies. It’s also like a memory you have in your head, one where you’re with him; it was getting late. You really should get home for curfew and to study a bit more. You leisurely remove your hand from his, smiling down at it. "Yeah, I’d also like for them to eventually come true.” You stare back up, earnestly into his young, hopeful eyes. “I’m glad I met you today, Denji-kun.“ He nodded, rubbing the hand you held with his other hand. "M-Me too _____-kun.” Denji doesn’t know what in the hell he meant by those words before, but it felt truthful and nice, just like your smile.
That day, that odd familiar guy you met at the food stand walked back home in the dispersing sun, staring at your phone number scribbled in black marker on his pale, sweaty palm.
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Pairing: Aki Hayakawa/Female Reader
Summary:The beyond heavens sedately obtained the storm within itself as the devil-hunters walked the halls of a familiar hospital. Himeno and Aki, Hirokazu who’s also accompanying the trip, visit their buddy who’s unsurprisingly in the hospital yet again. Though their bud regularly gets themself injured to the point where death’s expected, they feel obligated to visit you each time. Others in the divisions jokily say you have luck on your back along those claw scars. However, you all were told of how close you were to actually dying this time. Of course it doesn’t scare you as always but does worry Aki, who has been sorta crushing on you for a while. After letting his thoughts scatter for days they come to a dark conclusion, and he starts to worry that you’re actively trying to get killed.
Word Count: 3687 Words
Authors Note: This is a repost. I posted this fic sometime last year and deleted it because I ended up not liking it. However, due to being bored I rewrote the majority of it and added some more scenes. I’m more satisfied with how it turned out this time around. This was actually a requested oneshot, so hopefully the anon who requested sees this. ReblogsandComments are appreciated! Join my taglist!
Tags:@chadsawman//@raveltea
The sky had a solemn look to it. Visibly ghost-gray clouds scattered the mint-blue sky viciously, aimlessly. On the inside the beyond heavens were sedately containing the storm within itself, until it was time to allow the chaos to scatter. However, as of now, it stayed determined, and it showed greatly. The poetic sky accompanied three devil hunters on their journey to a familiar, local hospital. The hospital was grand and rugged, cheap and timid. A place suited for most devil hunters to reside in when the career took a strike back at them like a hungry dog and a brash owner. With a pip in her step, Himeno found herself leading the way like a pact leader through the hospitals disturbingly white walls. She made conversation, smiled mischievously, with her head high. Most people when entering this hospital designed for devil-hunters’ unique injuries weren’t as chipper as Himeno. Screams of sorrow and rigid cries tended to often fill these hallways. Himeno showed no worry for the one she was visiting with her crew today.
Aki had a stoic expression as he followed beside his partner, almost unreadable. He had a bit on his mind and didn’t contribute to the conversation Himeno led, too concerned for your newfound injuries that he was yet to see. You and Himeno had known each other long before he became her buddy. Himeno was actually the one who introduced the two of you a few years back. Aki was intimidated by your beauty and resistance the first day he met you. Back then he was only focused on his goal to hunt and punish the Gun Devil for their cruel actions and existence. Not to say he wasn’t as determined as he was now, but it was his only priority when becoming a devil hunter. Himeno opened his eyes to friendship, and meeting you opened his eyes to childish work-romance inside of Tokyo Special Division 4.
Himeno stretched her arms over her head. “I heard (Y/N) found a gun fragment this fight,” Himeno stated offhandedly, mostly talking to the new recruit Hirokazu who offered to accompany Aki and her on their visit. She brought her arms down and held her chin up comfortably as they walked through the hospitals’ spacious walls. “‘Tis her third one,” she added. She side-eyes Aki as she says this, searching for a reaction that he didn’t give. Hirokazu responds instead, his dark eyes expanding to the size of plates. “Three?! And she doesn’t have a partner?” Amazement embodied his voice. Hirokazu has never met you but has definitely heard of you from one mouth to another. You’re quite impressive, he would say. Which is why he decided to accompany his colleagues to the hospital you’re stationed at, in the hopes to meet you.
Hands in her pocket, her fingers playfully flicking the pack of cigarettes resided inside, she smiles cheekily. “Yep. She doesn’t work in buddy-teams well,” she noted. You and Himeno have been buddies since you and her were noobies in the field. You both were trained together. Additionally you’re one of few aquatintes that has managed to survive this long. Himeno is actually amazed you specifically haven’t died yet. When you both first met during training you were an obvious prodigy in the field. Your only weaknesses were that you were reckless in battle and not cooperative to partners, not even people you enjoy accompanying. It’s as if when fighting you change into an entirely different person. Aki added a snarky comment to Himeno’s statement. “While she’s the one who needs a partner the most,” he uttered. He hasn’t known you as long as Himeno, but he’s known you long enough to call your bullshit, bullshit.
Himeno shrugged, a lazy grin still present on her face. “She gets the job done, eh? But she does have amazing luck huh? Coming so close to death so many times.” Her statement puzzles Hirokazu as he follows behind the two experienced devil-hunters like a lost puppy. “Don’t we all? As devil-hunters?” All devil-hunters encounter near-death experiences at least twice a week. Most met with death itself. He didn’t understand why you were any different. Aki didn't’ bother to respond while Himeno scoffed. “She’s different enough for us to point it out. All of her battle injuries have come close to killing her and she still somehow survives by a thread.” She continues, recalling an example. “I remember how she was this close to becoming permanently paralyzed a few months ago. Though she got lucky yet again.” The three devil-hunters simultaneously stop in their tracks in front of a door. “Right Aki?” She shoved the man. His eyes pierced the closed door they stood in front of. Hirokazu waited anxiously for a response from Aki.
Aki didn't’ respond for a second, then a another second. He honestly didn’t know what to say about your life status. Aki made no effort to physically react to Himeno’s strong words on your injuries. He sighed and stared onwards. “Death’s scared of her,” he stated. Himeno smirked at his wording. However, it was as if death was avoiding you. Many younger devil-hunters think it’s amazing how lucky you are. What Aki knows though, is that death isn’t going to avoid you forever. It’s only taking its sweet time before unexpectedly shanking you in the back. “Exactly! Though, I’m not sure about this time,” she muttered while opening the door wide for the two men to enter. The sight of you was quite the twist and turn.
The doors breezily opened and you were welcomed to the sight of your two best buddies. Their faces make your lips curl into a beaming smile that conquered Aki’s heart from the very beginning. “Aki! Himeno! Thanks for visiting me, my poor heart is now filled with riches!” The two men stared at your vast injuries, old and new. Your sun-like energy wss the opposite from your tattered body. Your hanged leg was in a cast, this being the fifth time Aki could remember seeing one of your legs broken. Your thighs had old claw scars along with recent ones around the entirety of your body. The other leg was bandaged passionately, along with your sore rib cage. Outside the blaring window was the wicked-gray cloud that followed them here, warning them of the sight of you. Tree branches flew with the thunderous winds, bumping against the window that didn’t allow the light of sunlight to seep through. Your bright personality, despite your situation, made the hospital room littered with flowers and balloons, flourish.
Most were uncomfortable with the scars on you. Others found it sickening that a woman like you were inflicted with injuries like that, but to Aki it didn’t matter. Despite being more scarred than you were the day he met you, you still had that feature he fell in love with. Your resistance and determination. He didn’t know what kept that glint of determination in your eye, what kept you going, or even why you were such a risk taking devil hunter. He doesn’t know much about your reasoning in life and what makes all the pain you feel worth it. He wanted to know you like you know him. Aki didn’t care that you had a rapid number of scars on your body. To him, you were an overly attractive woman that he desired.
He and Hirokazu stood behind Himeno, who easily disregarded your injuries, as you two spoke. “‘Course we did, bud! We came as soon as we could. How are ya feeling?” You stretched your back and whined. “Swole to put it simply,” you said. “Kinda like faith’s bullying me,” you jested. You honestly didn’t know how to explain the sensation you were feeling. Pain was something you were now very used to. If anyone were to ask you to put your pain level on a scale of 1-10 you’d have some trouble. You moved your attention to the man in the back, waving at him ahead of you. “Nice to see you again Aki, it’s been a while huh? Like a few months, eh?” Himeno situated herself on your bed, making your resting leg painfully shiver a bit. Aki and the new guy next to him closed the door behind themselves. You smiled at him. “Feel like we only see one another when I’m beat down. Maybe we should all get a drink when I’m outta here. You too new guy!”
Hirokazu, or the ‘new guy’ stuttered and agreed. He and Aki walked further into the room, dodging the vast amount of balloons and ‘get well soon’ gifts you had. You were quite popular in your division, even other divisions outside of yours due to your cheery attitude. Your small family also was still a part of your life. Aki hands were placed in his slacks pockets, he stared at you like a disappointed father. “If you keep this up you’re not gonna celebrate a new year,” he sighed. You lean back into your bed, resting your aching back. “You sound like my nagging mom! Kidding. What can I say, I’m a sucker for pain,” you wrote off. You pointed at the roof, pretending as if you had something in your hand. You cheered. “I got that fragment though!” Himeno honestly could never understand how you kept this positive vibe. Seeing your job as a game of sorts. No wonder Aki liked you, she thought. Himeno wasn’t jealous of you, well, to a degree. Mostly, because you’re such a good friend, and she would hate to lose both you andAki.
Even if you both got together like Aki possibly dreamed of, she would be happy that you’re both happy. Happy that she still had you bothin her life. She shook her thoughts off and smiled teasingly at you. “If you keep this up you’ll lose that second liver of yours,” she teased. You rest your head on your pillow, your back starting to feel more stiff. You rest your hand on your stomach. “Haha! Maybe? The Claw Devil sure enjoyed chowing down my other one, eh? If I lose this one I won’t have any livers!” You chuckled and Himeno laughed while Aki internally sighed at your own disregard. Hirokazu finally spoke instead of standing there awkwardly. “You only have one liver?” You nodded. “Lost the other in a contract. My family thinks I donated it,” you briefly explain. “I got lucky! It really felt like dying this time.” Lucky. Aki has never despised a word more than ‘lucky.’ How can you say you got luckywhen you’re stuck in such a dreadful place and in pain. How can people say he was luckyto survive when everyone he had died? In this world there’s no such thing as luckif you lose something in the process. That’s not luck.
“Enough.”Aki stated, his voice holding a warning. He was tired of hearing you go-lucky catchphrases. He’s tired of you saying how lucky you are as if you’ll just be alright. Yeah you’re alive but what about your injuries? They won’t heal every time, maybe next time your body will refuse to heal you. Everyone stared at Aki, thinking he was going to say something further, maybe an explanation as to why he’s been so grumpy today, but he didn’t. “Aki, are you alright? I’m the one in the cast here!” Your teasing smile makes Aki turn away, a frown littered on his face. “I’m fine. Just worried,” he muttered. Himeno breaks the silence. “Well we’re all rooting for your recovery! Just know that, bud!” You smiled at her words. “Aw, thanks for visiting guys. It really means a lot,” you beamed. You point at the spiky haired guy. “You too…actually, just realized I never gotcha name, new guy,” you chuckled awkwardly.
He bows politely. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Hirokazu Arai. I work in division four with Aki and Himeno,” he stated. Hirokazu understood now why you were so popular, you were so inviting and cheerful. He could get used to being greeted by your energy everyday. You nodded. “Hirokazu Arai, I’ll remember that! Oh and Makima’s little squad. Then we definitely should go out drinking soon! It’s been forever since I saw the others from that division,” you note. Himeno stands as you point at her. “Himeno, make sure to invite me whenever y’all go out drinkin.’’ She gives you a thumbs up. “I’ll make sure of that,” she promises before bringing Aki into a sudden side hug. “And if I forget, I’m sure Aki will remember! You always do remember to invite (Y/N),” she teased. Aki grounded and shifted his gaze. “You just always forget.”
“Well whoever it will be, invite me next time! I’m only a phone call away, buds.” Himeno removes herself from the hug and places her hands on her hips. “Noted. We should get going. We’ll visit you again when we can, kay?” If you had things your way you would keep them here forever, but you understood that they couldn’t stay forever. You’re no child after all. You sigh disappointingly “Hate to see you guys go, but love to watch ya leave! I wouldn’t want to keep you in this dreadful hospital anyway. See you guys!” You wave them off as they exit. Himeno smiles and gives you a back wave as she exits your room. “Cya bud!” As the door proceeded to close, you shout. “Next time you visit, don’t forget to bring a gift!”
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The skies had cleared itself, and light, sprinkles of rain pampered the ground. Faint sunlight avoiding your room, somehow making you feel more exhausted. You hated hospitals despite being resided in so many in your career as a devil-hunter. In general, you hated just sitting on our ass and not working, not doing anything. Your grandfather used to say that the longer the rest, the less results. You had unfortunately inherited that thinking. It had been a day or two since Himeno, Aki, and Hirokazu visited. Your mother had face-timed you last night, but you had yet to get any visitors this morning. All you did was stare at the dripping rain through the windows. How you wished you could feel the rain peddle down your skin right about now. To feel anything, honestly. The medicine they got you put on to numb the pain dulled you in a turtles shell. You swing your hanged leg simontainely to the tree branch that blew with the wind outside.
Your swinging comes to a stop once you hear footsteps. You turned your gaze to the door, hoping, begging that whoever was walking the hallways this early was here to visit you. You wondered who it was like a child on Christmas, guessing their gift. The anticipation was the true thing that was killing you as you observed the silhouette outside the window of your door, not being able to see them fully. Them just standing there frustrated you. “Damn it, open the door,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Thankfully, the handle curved and the door opened to reveal a surprising visitor. “Aki! I honestly expected to see Himeno turn that corner,” you admitted. Your lips curled into a smile at the sight of him. You weren’t hoping he would visit you today, but damn, you were elated it was him visiting you today.
“Well it’s me. I brought you a gift,” he responded, closing the door and walking towards your bed. In his hand was a basket filled with colorful fruit with deep blue flowers. Consider yourself charmed. He places the basket on your lap gently, watching your reaction to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. He was instead blessed with the sight of you staring into his eyes so lovingly, so beautifully. “Aw, you remembered! Let me note that you have a better memory than Himeno,” you chuckled. You wrapped the basket in your arms, doting it. “Thank you, Aki,” you say. You pull back and admire the basket. “I really appreciate it.”
He sits at the edge of your bed, rubbing his face in the hopes of erasing the blush overwhelming him. “There’s something I need to talk to you about (Y/N),” he states, clearing his throat. You move your gaze from his loving gift and to his face. You observed his face before responding. He had a fading blush, and his eyes avoided making contact with yours. The rain hitting the concrete outside held the silence. You shrug. “Kay. So what? Ready to confess your feelings for me?” Aki groans. You’ve always known about Aki’s interest in you, though the discovery wasn’t anything special. As Aki didn’t try to hide it, he didn’t want you not to know. What he did not want was you feeling pressured about his feelings for you, so he avoided the topic. You grinned, but deep down you had a feeling this talk isn’t anything sweet like a confession. Aki sits on the edge of the hospital bed, not yet making eye contact with you.
“No.” he denied bluntly. “I’m worried about you,” he repeated from yesterday. He brought his gaze to you, finding your gaze on him already. A staring contest was held before you replied. “You said this, and I appreciate the care, Aki.” You pluck off a grape from the basket and flip it into your mouth. “What? You’re going to tell me to quit? Move to another division? What could it be?” You taunted, getting annoyed. You had enough lectures from your family about your work and pursuing another safer career then to hear another one from Aki. He really was starting to sound like a nagging mom. Your playful tone tells him to back off. Though, Aki is determined. He’s determined to tell you just how he feels. His gaze was on your face and he searched it like it was a map. Your face has bandages and faded scars resided on it, your eyes had so much life. So much life.
You glared back at his face when you noticed Aki’s eyes. Your mind gets distracted from the annoyance you feel, from how beautiful his eyes were, how soft and caring they looked. And the craziest thing is, that he’s looking this way at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you after staring at your eyes. His question confused you. You shrugged. “I’m still alive aren’t I?” Aki’s eyes never left yours, and not being one to back down, yours never left his. He sighs. “Are you trying to die? Is what I’m asking,” he surmised. You didn’t know what to say in response, hell, what do you say? No? Did he even want you to respond, did you even know? He notices your shift, and continues, grabbing your rough hand. When his hand touches yours, you feel a thousand things flutur. But one thing you felt…was the rain on his hand. Which makes you curl your hand in his. “This has gone on for a long time (Y/N),” he stated, he appreciates the feeling of your hand in his, and instinctively, he wants to protect it.
He squeezes your hand, you appreciate the warmth. Technically he wasn’t wrong. Every path you’ve faced in your life you’ve taken the risky option. It has just happened to always be the best choice for your goal. A goal that has blurred throughout the years, that has overlapped. You exhale as you look away from Aki’s concerned eyes. He places his other hand on top of your entangled ones, leaning closer to you. “Look at yourself. You fight as if you’re trying to die. I’m concerned you’re not well enough to make decisions that’ll affect your life,” he explained. You turned away, your cheerful demeanor from before disappearing. Your mouth was a slanted line, eyes no longer on the male you’re fond of. Who gave him the right to judge you when he’s always worrying you. He wants to die trying to kill the Gun Devil, well you’re willing to die for your goal too. However, you understand why he’d be worried. It’s nice, having someone worry for you.
You call out his name. Your eyes held a determined look, a noticeable shift in your bashful behavior from before. “I am determined to live,” you declare, eyes staring straight into his eyes. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not trying to get killed or die anytime soon. There’s one thing I want before I die, and I will achieve it. No matter the risk, I will take it with my head up.” Aki silently listened to you as you had listened to his concerns. “You worry me too. One day you’ll die in your quest for justice. My goal probably isn’t as noble as yours but…it’s very important to me and my grandfather.” You sighed, looking away from him. You actually hated being sappy. “I don’t know the reasons behind my actions. So I can’t give you an answer for that, but I can tell you that I have a purpose for being in this career.”
“But thank you anyway Aki,” you muttered, smiling to yourself. “Thank you for caring for me. That’s one thing I love about you compared to these other devil-hunters nowadays,” you say. With the mention of other devil hunters, your look at the get well soon gifts that crowded your hospital room. They didn’t really mean anything. None of them really knew you. But Aki and Himeno, they meant the world. There was an awkward silence for a minute before Aki finally did respond. “You’re welcome…” The silence followed soon after before you burst laughing, the room’s solemn mood from earlier fading away. “What an awkward response, Aki!” You continue laughing, squeezing Aki’s hands in a hug. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to respond to your sincere words.“And how is that?” His question never got a response as you were too busy laughing before falling to your side. Aki never got a response, and you didn’t get a confession that day. And for the first time in that hospital room, the bright sun proclaimed its light through the window, and declared it a happy evening.
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