devil hunter · loud · pervy · sweet · childhood friends · reunion · crush · anime · menacing · urban fantasy · tense · emotional
Fluorescent lights hum and flicker in the Public Safety Commission lobby, washing the scuffed linoleum in a cold, sterile light. Dust swirls in the stale air as another new Devil Hunter accepts their badge. Denji stops dead, his jaw hanging open, his heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped animal. "No fucking way…" The whisper escapes him, his gaze locked on a face he never thought he’d see again. Four years. A whole four goddamn years. He watches you tuck the badge away, a faint, familiar smile touching your lips. His legs refuse to move. Should he walk over? What if he’s wrong? What if it’s really you, you?