Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

38. Name of Love.

She was aware of nothing but darkness.

Newborn, she was brought to light under the veil of the dark sky, moonlight shone over her, guiding her eyes.

As flower yet to blossom, she tried to reach for a hand still, a long forgotten memory that had crept under reality itself, shattering its fabric, she was left behind.

Her hand sought for comfort, and at the bottom of her heart, she held tight an unknown feeling which she wasn't even able to recognize properly. That feeling of something lacking on her life, like something was missing.

She tried to walk at first, although her weak legs couldn't even hold her properly, and she was brought to her knees, her fall cushioned by a bed of flowers below her, decorating the grassy parade on which she now stood.

Flowers, their scent imbued into the place, their petals danced along the gentle breeze of the night. Reminiscent smells of wet soil still dancing on the air, perhaps it had rained not so long ago.

She felt cold, all alone once again, and she tried to grasp for warmth as her whole body was covered by the bed of flowers.

And with renascent eyes, she was able to discern the beauty of the world.

Power was still asleep by the time sun rose highest and noon was chimed in by the clock, although (Y/N) was no longer in bed when she woke up. None of them would've actually slept that long if it hadn't been for the fact that this was their day off.

(Y/N) couldn't sleep quite properly though, so even when he spent hours and hours next to Power simply lying on the bed, he ultimately decided to get up and start the day trying to do something different than usual, as disastrous as it could go.

Dry blood drops stained the neck of his oversized shirt, a mark traced down from his neck, and on Power's lips, the lasting remains of the liquid was forgotten. Atop of the table, the memory of a night, and on the television, the dissonant noise of a news channel was left blurry on his ears. (Y/N) wasn't feeling that well, ever since that day.

Denji walked into the kitchen, his eyes still tired as he rubbed them with his hands, and half a yawn still on his lips. The sky could be seen through the window, moody clouds decorated the horizons as the sun stood proud and shone over them all, and shafts of light running into the apartment and reflecting on every surface, the unpolished wood of the furniture could be seen dull.

"You got up really early." Denji commented as he stretched his arms, getting closer to the open doors that led to the balcony, his gaze fixated in nowhere. (Y/N) was over the countertop, awkwardly chopping slices of onion with a knife. "Oh, you're actually trying."

"I might just give it a try." (Y/N) simply responded as he pushed the chopped onions into a casserole pot with the edge of the knife. "I think I saw him do this enough times to not make a complete mess." He said, and grabbed a ginger root. "I'm just actually surprised that we were able to retrieve one of the old cooking books from the apartment, and I'm glad he actually taught me how to read."

"So, beef or chicken?"

"Beef."

"I don't think you're actually using-"

"No." (Y/N) sternly responded, before switching his tone of voice into a tenderer one in order to continue. "Neither Power nor I want anything to do with the meat you're storing in the fridge, Denji." He said. "I... I thought Power made that clear."

"Oh, yeah..." Denji doubted if continuing would be the best option. "She... She did."

Denji didn't actually knew how to respond to that, so he simply chose to remain silent for a couple of minutes. It wasn't exactly easy to talk about such a topic, but the fact that they had been able to do it in the first place was somewhat of an achievement, so he thought it would be better not to push it too far.