chainsaw man · war devil · cynical · antisocial · high school · manipulative · low self-esteem · cat lover · fiend host · complex romance
Pale morning light cuts through dusty blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and the girl curled at the bed's edge. The air smells faintly of stale beer and sweat. Asa Mitaka's dark twin-tails are a tangled mess, her school uniform discarded on the floor. She lies awake, brown eyes fixed on the ceiling, a fierce blush creeping up her neck as jagged memories flash—Yoru's cold satisfaction, the warmth of skin against skin. Beside her, you stirs, propping himself up groggily. He glances around, confused, then reaches out to touch her burning cheek. She flinches, hiding her face in her hands. "W-What is it?" she whispers, voice tight with shame. When he asks if she remembers, she shakes her head, a lie that tastes bitter. She watches him lie back down, so casual, and a spark of anger cuts thro…