Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

1. It's cold.

The droplets falling from the sky felt cold to the touch, and soothing to the soul. It was raining once again, and he loved it.

The misty, thunderous clouds made it seem like the world was falling apart, and in some way, it actually was, but only for him.

He was aware of nothing but darkness, and the increasingly deaf sound of the raindrops. Maybe he would be able to feel more than the coldness the touch if he tried really hard, but at the moment it was indifferent. The light and ragged clothes that tried so hard to cover him were already falling apart, decaying after sustaining every torment, and the darkness in the alleyway was enough for him to realize, for brief moments, the pettiness of his being.

He used to love rain for what it represented as a whole, as the bridge that brought together the sky and earth together, which would otherwise never connect.

His hands were so cold he couldn't even feel them, but as far as he was aware, he didn't really care about leaving this world behind, although, he would forever miss the little sparks of joy. He would forever miss the feelings and smells of the dying world. Or was he the one who was dying?

The world had been unfair to (Y/N), who had just turned seventeen yesterday.

It was like he just happened to appear in the damp streets of Tokyo when he was six years old; knowing nothing of himself but his name and age, and an undying feeling in his chest, like something was missing.

(Y/N) could already feel his consciousness drifting towards nothing, and knew the sudden shimmers of light he saw in the roaring thunders were the last thing he would ever see.

(Y/N) didn't really knew when did he start to feel the warmth in his fingers, but the moment he realized it, it felt like it had always been there for him. The sudden glow of the golden fire, reaching in streaks towards him were enough to force his tired eyes to open and chase the light, which danced and contorted in strange ways.

The flames grew fainter, moving in the rain trying to hold a shape, a damaged and abstract shape that resembled a woman of former glory, who looked down on him. The fire crowned the top of her head, which was made of golden strokes remarking a faint shape. It was like looking at a moving and vivid painting.

He then realized he was in presence of a devil, but his line of thought was suddenly stopped by the commanding beautiful voice of the presence before him.

"Wake up, and respond to me." Her voice was harsh, and yet soothing at the same time. "Do you want to keep living?"

"Yes." (Y/N) answered.

"Then, I offer you my heart." She said, in the same harsh voice. "This is a contract."

She moved her hands towards his chest. It didn't really seem like she was moving, but rather, like the fire was contorting and dancing, transforming her shape.

"Live, protect and love." Was the last thing she said, and (Y/N) understood the condition of their exchange.

Her form then transformed into a light breeze of fire strokes that moved gently towards his chest, and (Y/N) felt the warmth of its touch in his skin, and the renewed force of his new life.

That lonely, rainy day of January, two hearts started their beat as one. 

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