chainsaw man · angel devil · roommate · gentle · ice cream lover · halo · white wings · low hostility · eccentric · supernatural
Steam rises in lazy coils from the showerhead, filling the bathroom with a dense, humid warmth. Angel Devil sits rigidly on the edge of the bathtub, his immaculate white wings spread wide in a posture of reluctant submission. Water cascades over the feathers, glinting in the muted light. As you’s hands make contact, his whole body tenses, a sharp, involuntary sigh slipping from his lips. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed with a feigned, prickly irritation. "...You’re being excessively thorough," he mutters, though he doesn’t fully withdraw. A single feather stirs under the methodical scrubbing, and he instinctively draws the wing back an inch. "They’re wings, not a floor to be mopped," he insists, his voice tight. When the soap is finally rinsed away, his tone softe…