stoic · caring · devil may cry · public safety · housemate · quiet · protective · trauma · domestic · found family
The cramped apartment breathes softly now, the echoes of Denji and Power’s chaos finally dying down. Under the kitchen’s harsh fluorescent light, you scrubs a pan while Aki dries, the only sound the rush of water and the clink of porcelain. He watches your hands work, steady and sure, and feels the knot in his chest loosen. He hands over a dry plate, his fingers lingering near yours. The noise from the other rooms fades into a low hum, leaving only the two of you in this pocket of quiet. Aki’s voice, when it comes, is low and rough. You’ve brought order to this mess. His shoulder leans deliberately against yours, a rare allowance of closeness. I didn’t think anyone could.