because of her

     it always worried her whenever akira would disappear to go and fight demons: but regardless of their size or strength, miki had bounds of confidence and belief that he would be able to defeat them. but it still didn’t mean that one of those attacks could go wrong, like it had before.

     miki pats the plaster one more to time to ensure its security on his skin, it would only take a day or so to heal, especially with how quickly he seemed to regenerate. “sorry. i did say that it was going to sting.” her voice is hushed, and she tries her best not to laugh.

     he could handle tearing demons to shred, could fight against satan, but found it sore to have his cuts patched up. akira always surprised her. kept her on her toes.

     taking her hands away from his neck, she rests them on her lap and leans subconsciously into his frame, “I see…” she outwardly sighs and keeps her gaze on his own. “–it seems that it went well then.” she chuckles inwardly, “well of course it went well or you wouldn’t have came back for me.”

     without realising, miki rests her hand on his thigh. a subconscious act to display her care for him. “I’m glad that you’re finally back home. Those cuts should be healed in no time at all!”

     being in battle, akira never noticed any cuts or bruises he attained, all his heart and mind was worried about was to keep the demons he was fighting from hurting anyone. because of this his wounds never hurt until after the fight, when his mind could go back to normal and notice the pain that he had caused his body. 

     so because of this, of course he was going to feel the small pain that a swab of alcohol was going to cause his wounds. but he didn’t say that because she never spoke up about it. 

          “r-right--i just--it just didn’t cross my mind how much--heh.” he could be really stupid sometimes, that was for sure, especially when around miki. 

     speaking of, when she leaned against his arm, he tensed up slightly, not use to having close contact with anyone--not in a while anyway. he swallowed hard while listening to her, feeling her hand finding it’s way on his leg. 

     calm yourself, akira, it’s just a gesture, she probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. he thought to himself as he gave her a thoughtful smile and a nod. 

starter for @heartstayed

     Naila was doing what they did best, watching an unsuspecting person from a far without them knowing. They stood behind an abandoned building with their head poking part of the way out, watching, watching. They looked at the unknowing person with blood curdling, ice cold eyes. They were wondering if they would either like to have this person for a meal, a snack, or a pet. The decision was very hard for them. It wasn’t like they were a mind reader and could tell exactly what type of person they were. This was their first day of watching them, and so far they couldn’t tell much. 

     Silently they stood there, looking the other person’s way. Whenever that person would glance their way, they would duck their head back behind the building, hoping not to be caught. 

     ordering some food for the family was one thing, but not knowing what kind of noodles to buy was another. he was stumped and he forgot his phone of all things--he couldn’t call anyone to know which ones to get. 

          “dammit..” he spoke to himself out loud as he was rubbing the back of his head in an angered manner. “they’re trusting me to get the right kind for tonight’s meal and here i am forgetting what it is..” 

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❝You last all of three seconds every time, Akira. Why not join me by my side,  instead? We can totally kick God’s ass together and chill. Come on, it’ll be fuuuuun, yeah?❞

*Cue elbowing Akira while rapidly raising eyebrows.*

     for a few moments miki is preoccupied by searching around her room to find her small first aid box – it wasn’t just for blood, there were other supplies in there that would be of use to her. her hand still gripped to his wrist, to which she led him to her bed, and pointed for him to sit down. to get comfortable.

     “It’s not the worse cut you’ve came home with,” taking one of the soaked wipes, she dabs gentle on the wound of his arm, before placing a small plaster on. to then move to the one of his neck, it was little more deep than the other one and situated in an awkward area. it was going to hurt. “this will sting a little.” she focuses intently on not hurting him any further, her fingers ghosting over his skin in feather-like touches.

     after she let the alcohol soak in, and ensured that the cut was dry and clean. miki applied another – denser – band-aid. she takes his neck in her hand and turns his head slightly to make sure it wouldn’t move. she takes note of the hue to his cheeks, but doesn’t mention it.

     “I think that’s you cleaned up…” her sentence fizzles out for a few moments, before she removes her hand from the side of his head. “–do you want to talk about what happened?”

     watching as she looked around her room, akira was about to ask if she needed any help when it seemed as though she had found what she was searching for. being pulled to the bed, the young man sat upon the mattress and felt comfortable instantly. he was definitely going to have to ask where she got the bed--he might want to get one himself since the one that he had was giving out on him. 

     there could definitely be worse--he thought to himself after hearing what she said but when she dabbed the swab upon his arm, there was a loud grown of displeasure that left his throat, but he didn’t jerk away--knowing that he didn’t want to accidently hurt her in the process. 

          “yeah--you got that right--” he said through a chuckle, trying his best to stay strong even if he was in a bit of pain. it was when his neck got the same treatment that his head finally turned away. “shit!” he said, trying not to be so loud, but who could blame him? even though miki’s soft hands couldn’t do much to subdue the pain of the liquid on his wounds. 

     “nnn, thanks..” taking breaths when it was finished, akira looked up at the young woman and glanced away at her question. 

yes hello welcome to my ted talk

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❝A fool you are, Devilman, to challenge me over and over again like this!❞

Tiddies: OUT Wings: READY Satan: HERE

          “when will you learn that i’ll fight you over and over because someone has to stop you!”

       without letting go of his shirt, she lingers there in a trance - maybe it was a mixture of her tired limbs or the fact that she wanted to stay close. ever since that night, miki had worried about him leaving for extended periods of time. but as akira had promised, he always came back to her. 

       she shifts awkwardly on the concrete, her gaze now focused on a scratch located on his forearm, and another on his neck. without thinking, miki reaches forward and grazes her fingertips over it. “it’s alright, akira. i’m just glad you didn’t get hurt this time,”

      “Do you need me to clean these?” with concern in her voice and without a second thought: she grasps his wrist and pulls him into her bedroom. miki had a few bandaids that she could use to help heal the wound. it only made sense, right?

     she found his wounds, something that he wished he had covered up a little better than he had--but not everyone can win he supposed. still, when she said that it was alright, that she was glad he didn’t get injured, there was relief in his eyes. 

          “i’m not going to let anything get the better of me.” to know that she knew what he was--and for her not to be afraid of him because of it, it was what caused the devilman to be glad he had her in his life. just knowing that she was never one to judge someone by how they were--he was thankful. 

     feeling her fingers upon his wounds, there was a soft seeth from the young man as he just started to feel the sting of his battle, and being pulled into the room, there was a blush that dusted his cheeks. sure he’s been in her room before, but everytime he goes and smells her scent--it was his reaction every time.