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Movie Night
A Chainsawman One-Shot Gift for @saya_wip on twt
By MC
There was nothing particularly special that would incite the raven-haired devil-hunter to make such preparations that night. But there he was, drumming his fingers over the cold marble tabletop, watching the rotation of the glass dish warming the kernels inside the microwave. Scattered popping sounds and smell of freshly melted butter invited his winged roommate to open the door of his room and hang his head to the side to take in the peculiar aroma.
Aki had already changed into his black hoodie and sweats just a few minutes after he had just taken a shower. Hair grazing the sides of his face and beads of water falling rapidly over his shoulders. Taking whatever, he could find on the messy common room, his eye was caught by a pair of hairclips that belonged to the blood devil herself. Silently, he grinned at the thought of Denji and Power laughing at how silly he looked as he hooked the hairpieces on the side of his scalp while the rest was tied into a rather messy and damp bun. He was quite in a hurry to finish up on his promise but after being called suddenly to go on a mission, he had no choice but to rush through the process.
He didn’t exactly know why it was important to him that he kept his word to Angel. After all, it all started as a spur of the moment thing.
Angel for a time had replaced the two youngsters as occupants in his apartment as per instruction of the higher-ups while he was recovering. Unprepared by his sudden transfer, the taller of the two had lent him his clothes during his stay. His new roommate didn’t mind. Hayakawa was well kempt. His clothes always smelled fresh from the laundry, pressed neatly and was always in pristine condition. He didn’t know it, but sometimes, his smell would linger on his clothes that for a few occasions, the smell of tobacco and mint would sometimes remind Angel whom the clothes belonged to even as he slept.
It made him feel secure. After Aki’s heroic and albeit idiotic and reckless gesture to hold his hand resulting in the reduction of his already diminishing lifespan, the halo-crowned one couldn’t help but remember how warm he had felt against his skin. How fast his heartbeat in the few minutes he had tangled his arms around him when he was guarding his fall. The price to pay didn’t faze the young man.
Denji and Power had made the impression that that’s just what and who Aki was. He may be stuck-up, but he was pretty damn self-less. And caring.
Humans are difficult. He thought.
So, when he watched as the ponytailed one ate breakfast that day and showed him a text, he had received from Denji, he was surprised to get a rather stoic yet disarming response.
Angel was sitting across from the hunter, looking at the screen filled with words that the Chainsaw devil’s vessel had sent him. He had merely asked what humans did when they wanted to relax. It was an attempt for him to get rid of the nerves he was feeling and perhaps what the human beside him was hiding all too well after their explicit ordeal.
His slender fingers pointed to the third option the kid had listed. Reaching over to read the text Aki smirked, “Movie night?” his voice rose in enthusiasm.
“Yes. What is movie night? Do humans only go to the cinema after dark?” he was sincerely curious. It wasn’t really his hobby to dwell among non-devils, but he didn’t think that he would be forced to live with one until now. And this human, was a pleasant one.
Aki put down his knife over his toast and returned the phone to his companion, “It just means watching movies indoors,”
Angel bobbed his head, eyes locked on the small screen. Curiosity splattered over his face.
The blue-eyed boy took a minute to observe the person---figure---in front of him. Angel was quite radiant. Fiery hair highlighted by the early morning sun that crept from the window with his equally blazing eyes floating over his sea of alabaster skin. Sometimes, if he looked closely and beyond his special features, Aki only saw Angel as Angel. A kind faced rather beautiful being who found himself quite enjoying his company.
Angel’s coy expression pushed Hayakawa to etch a small smile. He wouldn’t admit it but the two idiots he used to live with, he dearly missed but at least he had good company with him while they were gone. An upgrade if you will.
Aki’s hand went to the back of his nape, leering over to the side to deflect the winged-one’s stare, “We can do that tonight, if you wish,”
His words sent Angel to a state of excitement that closed in on bliss. Brows shot upward and eyes widened along with his smile but before he could totally lose composure, he crossed his legs and merely nodded.
This made Aki scoff. He grabbed the cigarette putty and slid it in front him while his other free hand rummaged through his pocket to grab a stick to smoke. He popped the cig on his mouth and excused himself from the dining area, “Okay, then, I’ll see you tonight,”
He was always polite around the angel-devil. Even if it was only once that he had stated that he was bothered by the fumes he emitted from his mouth but in that moment, Angel didn’t mind if he was around if he did. He was too distracted and quite adamant to allow time to pass by until the skies had darkened.
Aki was already putting on his shoes, his broad back facing Angel as he slid his arms on his coat. Without waiting for him to look back, Angel spoke, “See you later, Aki,”
And with that, the man with the piercings left his apartment, a slow grin rolling on his features.
It was probably past 9:30 in the evening when Aki had returned.
Angel was already wearing one of his favorite black sweaters he wore on cold nights, sitting, knees tucked under him inside his room. He was told that all he had to do was wait and since he had no idea as to what he could do to help, did as he was instructed.
Aki’s shower didn’t take long and soon, he heard roaming footsteps from outside of his door. But it was the strange yet enticing aroma that made him join his friend in the kitchen.
“What’s that smell?” he asked, overly probing. Angel never really ate that much as he didn’t need to but Hayakawa prided himself with his cooking that Angel took to a curiosity and ate everything he was served. It did puzzle him why he was preparing refreshments for their movie night.
Aki’s tall and muscular figure was made evident by his clothes sticking against his wet skin. Outlining even the rectus abdominis that made Angel flinch at its sight. Seeing the sudden discomfort on his face, Aki’s toned arms crossed over his chest as he cleared his throat, “It’s popcorn, you’ve never had some?”
Angel shook his head as he watched Aki transfer the contents of the bag into 2 large bowls. Angel knew that he was probably being considerate of him but of course he was also sure that he was taking precautions. His touch was after all fatal.
Aki had gifted him gloves after that incident and it was probably his only piece of clothing which he wore daily. It was special to him, the black velvety and leathery feel against his skin was comfortable enough to make him warm and be able to use his hands for various things. Though he wasn’t quite sure if it was okay to use it as he ate.
The taller man lifted his chin as if to signal Angel to open the door to his room, handing the bowls to the winged one before grabbing his laptop.
Angel had made his bed neatly knowing that he and Hayakawa would share it as they watched. He sat on one side, balancing both bowls over his thighs as Aki set-up the small screen. Pushing the sidebar to allow the opening credits to roll, Aki finally took his place beside Angel, resting his back over the wall and positioning himself comfortably just a few inches away from the other one’s shoulder. Angel’s eyes locked on the images that played on the screen, eyes bewildered by the changing scenes that soon he found himself mindlessly munching on his butter-covered snack. This lightened Aki’s mood. After spending the day hunting and blood spattered, it was nice to just relax.
Aki had opened a box of strawberry flavored pocky sticks which he clacked with his teeth as if he was nibbling on a cig. He was trying to suppress his urge to smoke which he ritually did after missions. But this time, he couldn’t afford to dampen the mood.
“What are you eating?” Angel said, facing him now, eyes locked on the pink-colored sticks he was snacking on.
Aki took one and handed it over to his companion, “It’s a strawberry flavored snack thing, try it,” he was waiting on Angel to take it from his fingers, but he was left with a rather confused expression.
Angel lifted his butter covered hand from the bowl but then quickly withdrew his gesture out of fear that they might accidentally touch. This made Aki laugh. A laugh that filled the room with his sudden burst of glee. A laugh that was so rare even Denji and Power rarely got to witness it.
Aki positioned the pocky stick in front of Angel’s mouth now, “Then just bite it, go ahead,”
“You sure?” he asked shyly, “Is this normal for humans to do?”
He laughed again, “Just don’t bite my fingers, okay?”
Angel returned his gaze on the screen, mouth widening then closing to balance the snack that Aki had just given him. Wondering if this was the same sensation he felt when he smoked. Despite where he had looked, Angel was actually trying to discern the taste. It was quite sweet, and the texture was rather odd, but he also had to giggle internally as he had discovered that Aki had snuck in lighting a cig earlier as he could taste some smoke over the treat. Nevertheless, he was still happy that Aki had gone out of his way to share this first with him. For a moment he had wondered if Aki’s lips tasted the same. The thought with which he would have to go on living without knowing if his assumption was accurate.
There was something about the life-absorbing being that rubbed against his shoulder that made Hayakawa feel safe and calm. Perhaps it was his naiveté or even his dangerous façade turned reality that made him fully aware of Angel. His eyes locked on him longer, taking in the glowing ring on top of his head that accentuated his doll-like features, he also took a moment to examine his gloveless hands. Honestly, it was sweet of Angel to say that he didn’t want to wear his gloves as he ate as he might ruin them but that disappointed the man beside him a little. If Angel’s delicate fingers were clothed then perhaps, he could have held his hands and even laced his fingers in between them.
Angel was unaware but Aki too couldn’t forget about how warm he felt when they touched.
Aki was already feeling a little dazed as he fought off the growing feelings he had for the one beside him and as someone who was quite unfamiliar with true feelings of love, he could only hope that even in their impossible situation, perhaps Angel, if he understood human feelings and if he felt how humans must feel if they are experiencing affection towards another that he would feel the same helpless tug that was placing him in overdrive. Seemingly addicted, more so than the nicotine, to Angel.
The movie was already mid-way, and the happy angel-devil was so engrossed in it, sometimes muttering how he was thankful for Aki’s indulgence. Without speaking and without being given much choice on how he wanted to make him feel that he would do absolutely anything for the one beside him, Aki took one of his fleece blankets he had lent to the smaller figure beside him, the purple cloth, etched with sigils of the heavens of stars and the moon and coincidentally of hearts.
Aki spent the night embracing his Angel with his long, soft extension for arms.
END
Artwork by Saya on twt
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