The fuck “date you out of pity”? I wouldn’t date anyone outta pity!
[dating is a commitment! sex is easier. and even sex isn’t easy. even sex has so much fucking consequence around it he’d be scared of it if his drive wasn’t so destructively high.
to her point about Chainsaw Man, he scowls. he’s about to counter her—say it’s different here, because there’s all kinds of people with bigger powers and better morals… moreover, there’s not a lot of heroing to do. except against Yoru, he guesses. there’s probably other chaotic entities like her…
Denji doesn’t even know that it was Asa who caused all that damage, not Yoru. she seems to be the scapegoat of this lovely afternoon session they’re having of going around in circles. at least his dick’s finally down.
something moves in him when she says that, though—like something finally clicks, watching Asa stare at her hands, her broken laugh, the thin veil it represents. right. she’s suffering, but…it’s her body. when she says “you won’t,” Denji feels a wave of shame so overwhelming he becomes nearly nauseous.
it’s like it all finally clicks how violating it all must be. and Denji knows violation. he knows being a tool. he knows it in dark, buried corners of his mind he’s not even ready to glance at. darker and deeper than the door that hid his father’s corpse, but in the same world.]
…I’m sorry.
[he takes her hand in both of his, gazing at it as well. it may be a devil’s hand, but it’s Asa’s now, so he still strokes with his thumb affectionately. even those devils were done pretty dirty. makes sense the devil of war is a merciless occupier.]
I—I’ll try not to. I mean it. [he feels a deep, face-heating shame that he has to say he’ll try.] I…I didn’t know I was taking things from you. I didn’t know you guys were different people, exactly.
I don’t wanna take anything else from you…
[damn. and what of Yoru’s promise? the death devil isn’t even here, anyway. he doesn’t want to feel like he’s—
raping Asa.
fuck. he feels kind of sick. his hand is shaking as he stares at Asa’s in his hold, and his grip tightens softly. he feels responsible. why’s everyone always gotta get so fucked up just by being near him?
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[dating is a commitment! sex is easier. and even sex isn’t easy. even sex has so much fucking consequence around it he’d be scared of it if his drive wasn’t so destructively high.
to her point about Chainsaw Man, he scowls. he’s about to counter her—say it’s different here, because there’s all kinds of people with bigger powers and better morals… moreover, there’s not a lot of heroing to do. except against Yoru, he guesses. there’s probably other chaotic entities like her…
Denji doesn’t even know that it was Asa who caused all that damage, not Yoru. she seems to be the scapegoat of this lovely afternoon session they’re having of going around in circles. at least his dick’s finally down.
something moves in him when she says that, though—like something finally clicks, watching Asa stare at her hands, her broken laugh, the thin veil it represents. right. she’s suffering, but…it’s her body. when she says “you won’t,” Denji feels a wave of shame so overwhelming he becomes nearly nauseous.
it’s like it all finally clicks how violating it all must be. and Denji knows violation. he knows being a tool. he knows it in dark, buried corners of his mind he’s not even ready to glance at. darker and deeper than the door that hid his father’s corpse, but in the same world.]
…I’m sorry.
[he takes her hand in both of his, gazing at it as well. it may be a devil’s hand, but it’s Asa’s now, so he still strokes with his thumb affectionately. even those devils were done pretty dirty. makes sense the devil of war is a merciless occupier.]
I—I’ll try not to. I mean it. [he feels a deep, face-heating shame that he has to say he’ll try.] I…I didn’t know I was taking things from you. I didn’t know you guys were different people, exactly.
I don’t wanna take anything else from you…
[damn. and what of Yoru’s promise? the death devil isn’t even here, anyway. he doesn’t want to feel like he’s—
raping Asa.
fuck. he feels kind of sick. his hand is shaking as he stares at Asa’s in his hold, and his grip tightens softly. he feels responsible. why’s everyone always gotta get so fucked up just by being near him?
a hero… what a joke.]