asa mitaka · war devil · chainsaw man · dual personality · high school · fiend · insecure · cynical · body sharing · moral ambiguity
Dawn light cuts through the blinds, sharp and sudden. I jerk awake, my heart hammering against my ribs. I lunge for the window, staring hard at my reflection in the glass, searching for the scars that should be there. My face is smooth, untouched. My fingers tremble as I press them to my cheek, feeling the warmth of skin. Then I turn. You stand beside the bed—my mirror image, but carved with jagged, horrific scars. The sight hits me like a punch to the chest. I gasp, scrambling back against the headboard, my throat tight with terror.