SPOILER HEAVY FOR ENTIRE SERIES. PLEASE BE UP TO DATE BEFORE YOU READ.
The Angel Devil hadn't expected to survive Makima. In fact, he hardly remembered it. What he did know was that Aki hadn't been as lucky. For this one human, Angel would do anythi...
First chapter art and comic by macncherries on tumblr/instagram/tiktok
Two ending chapter arts and Pochita by tobytoon.
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Before the sun went down, Denji woke up several times. He fell asleep for brief periods. First a few minutes, then an hour, then two. The longer he slept, the worse his terrors were. If he was going to get any sleep in a safe manner, Yoshida would have to be in the room. A chair was set up inside the bedroom with Yoshida's school bag on the floor.
Yoshida had since changed out of his bloodied shirt and cleaned his wounds. He highly doubted he could salvage the undershirt but at least his school jacket was black, so it would probably survive after he picked the glass out. Denji's clothes had been thrown in the wash and he'd managed to clean up the living room too. It was a shame he would need to replace his coffee table. The room was empty without it.
Looking back at Denji from his chair, he knew material things weren't important right now. His guest was really struggling and Yoshida was grateful he could call on Kishibe for help. He couldn't imagine how bad this would be for Nayuta to see. Though she likely experienced the trickles of Denji's mental turmoil anyway.
When Denji squirms, Yoshida pulls his chair closer to the bed. Rubbing Denji's shoulder, he soothes him until he calms back down. The cycle repeated for what felt like endlessly, but at least he didn't wake up. When the break in tossing and turning lasted longer than 30 minutes, Yoshida opened his schoolbag, sitting cross-legged on his chair to use his lap as a table.
Assisting Denji or not, he still had responsibilities. He wasn't just a freelancer anymore; he was employed with Public Safety. Between his job and high school, he was completely strapped for time. Morning iced coffees weren't a treat anymore, they were a necessity. Even now he wished he had a drink. Sighing to himself, he leaves the room to make himself some tea. Coming back he brings a glass of water too, setting it on the nightstand.
"Yoshida?" Denji lifts his head off the pillow, rubbing his eyes.
"You're awake," Yoshida looks at him.
"How many hours do I got left?"
"Hm..." Yoshida checks the clock on his phone. He calculates quietly for a while. "6 hours slept so far," he gives him a generous estimate. "So around 36 hours left."
"Ugh... Seriously? This is gonna take forever." Denji props his head up on two stacked pillows. The topmost was wet from drool.
"It'll be alright." Yoshida sips from his cup.
Denji reaches for the glass on the nightstand, sitting up enough to suck it down. Dribbles fall onto the covers and all over his borrowed shirt. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve, he plunks it back down. "How's Nayuta?"
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"She's alright. Kishibe is looking after her." he leans over the bed, showing the blurred photo of the dogs he saved earlier.
Denji swipes to the next photo of Nayuta flipping off the camera. "Heh heh. Look at 'er go!"
