Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

19. Car Crash.

(Y/N) was really troubled right now.

The dark veil of the night had covered the sky vault, the moon ever present shining through the open window of his dorm, pale reflections of light brought to shine on every surface; the varnished wood of the nightstand, and the clock sitting on it, on which (Y/N) could read the time being three in the morning already.

Maybe he would be able to sleep if she wasn't right there with him.

Having her sleeping right at his side wasn't by any means something (Y/N) wouldn't want in the first place. However, he realized that upon the scarce variety of topics on which his mind had been wandering all night, all of them constantly revolted and focused around Power in one way or another.

To be fair, he had been sleep deprived ever since she had reassured him that she didn't feared his being in the slightest bit a couple of weeks ago, right before everything crashed down. His mind would constantly recall the night of the party, on which she had brought him into a tight hug once he had expressed his fears for the first time, only to be lulled by the gentle sound of the night's breeze and raindrops, along Power's soft breathing. The warmth on her touch, the reassuring tone of her voice and the caring way she had treated him ever since they had met.

He had felt really happy that night, relieved by her voice and the caring way she had spoke before holding him close. Still, he couldn't help but feel something had changed between them ever since then.

He hadn't been able to answer Power about what love actually meant to him the night before, as he always felt these kinds of emotions were completely severed out of his mind and heart, but he slowly realized over time that he could actually respond to that question if he tried hard enough.

The type of feeling you would recognize as a sense of protection, the hope for a situation to go along nicely every time they were together, the desire to see that person doing well, the yearning of her touch and voice. The beauty of her face, the constant and raspy tone on her voice that he always liked, it all felt like a dream come true, directly pulled from the deepest bottoms of his heart's desires. All these features he had grown to accept in her being, and learned to love them in their own way, as she was the vast result of her every virtue and imperfection as well.

Maybe that's what love meant for him, an emotion he had unconsciously deeply anchored to the vast concept of his mind constantly occupied by her.

These feelings were all compacted into a messy marsh of emotions that he would always think of, brought from the deepest bottoms of his mind, whenever she was close to him. Power was right about one thing though, and it was the fact that he didn't really know how to properly express his feelings even if he was able to feel them at all.

Perhaps he could try.

The restaurant on where they finally settled down to eat something wasn't exactly crowded with people. (Y/N) had chosen a small table for two people, as well as Aki and the Angel Devil did. Power, (Y/N) and Denji had been escorted into a fast food local near the apartment due to Power's petition. The rest of the group was outside, Denji and Power were arguing about something stupid while Kusakabe tried to calm them down awkwardly, before both of them turned against him in the blink of an eye.

They weren't exactly talkative all that much, but still, (Y/N) was the first to try and make some conversation with them. "You certainly don't look like a devil." The gaze of the Angel Devil focused intently on (Y/N)'s eyes as he spoke, Aki simply chuckled in response.

"I am more of an angel." He simply responded. "As I'm sure you can observe."

"I don't think he referred to what can be observed, Angel." Aki intervened for a single sentence, the Angel Devil stared at him for a couple of seconds trying to get where was he going to with those words.