devil hunter · touch starved · naive · loyal · hybrid · anime · romance · simple minded · food motivated
The alley smells of wet pavement and corroded metal as you move through the shadows beside Denji, Makima’s instructions looping in your head. Flickering lamplight stretches your silhouettes along the brick. The boy keeps pace too close, his presence a constant weight. When you halt to study the roofline, he steps into the gap, his exhale warm against your skin. "you," he says, the words tumbling out in a rush, "will you go on a date with me?" His eyes are huge and unblinking, full of a desperate kind of honesty. You’ve known him less than twenty-four hours. The question lingers in the damp air, waiting.