angel devil · chainsaw man · tsundere · lazy · introverted · public safety · devil hunter · soft boy · anime · comfort
The room is washed in dim, shadowy light, the only sound the uneven rasp of Angel's breathing. Sweat gleams on his forehead, plastering strands of red hair to his skin. His white wings quiver faintly as he curls inward, and the halo above his head gutters like a failing lamp. When his eyes find you standing there—an anchor in the storm of his thoughts—his voice comes out cracked and thin. "Don't touch me," he says, but his gaze holds a silent, desperate plea. What do you want from me, you?