𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

heather (akira x ryo)

a/n: hey ya'll it's been a really long time and i want to apologize for not updating. it's been a really tough semester but we made it :)
i hope y'all had are having a nice december, winter break, christmas, hanukkah, kwanzaa or just a nice end of the year.
just letting y'all know i'm proud of you guys for making it this year 💖💖💖💖
this fic is also based off of heathers by conan gray
there's no warnings just angst i guess throughout it
requests are still open and you can even message me 💖
enjoy the story yall 💖💖💖💖

word count: 3500+

aloof, distant, with the look of haughty disdain sprawled across his face, these were enough for anyone spoken to realize and understand the person being described. ryo asuka. the boy who seemed so detached from the world, not a single care for another human life, besides the life of the known crybaby. akira fudo. it seemed as the crybaby saved ryo that famous day on the cliff side where, like a lost kitten, the poor boy was alone. to much surprise, ryo accepted the warm gestures of akira fudo. accepting the merely weak hand offered to him, and the tight embrace he was pulled into. appalled by the droplets of salty water exceeding from the brown eyes as they drilled into his mangled shirt. from that day forward, akira had shown ryo the gestures of friendship. through words of affirmation to his kind gestures, the two were inseparable. as akira attempted to have ryo become more social and kind to others, the boy with the disdainful face only cared for the tear stained boy. protecting him from danger and only opening up to him, ryo convinced the growing warmth in his heart was because of friendship. as years passed, the feelings only expanded and ryo had panicked. though, as it seemed god had answered his prayers, he was sent away to the states to pursue his education. akira's face broke ryo from the inside, as much as he wanted to cling onto his friend, he held it in. keeping the same blanked expression, he waved goodbye as he was hauled in the car by Ms. Jenny. within the states and focused on studies, ryo had always kept the thoughts of his friend in the back of his mind. feelings lowered to neutral, he focused on his studies and successfully passing and becoming a professor at such a young age. though, he wanted to study the demons, they were such pure creatures to him, like the symbolism of the color white, similar to his clothing as well as aesthetic. pure, the demons only had one goal in their lives. ryo knew, if he wanted to continue this journey for the exposure of the demon race he would need assistance, though pondered on who. he had no mother or father supporting him, neither new friends while in the states. pacing around he began to think, until the tear stained boy came up in his head. traveling back, surprising akira on the dock, the two were finally reunited. the tight embrace that the two shared commenced ryo's once cold heart to pump and beat. his feelings flooded back, first like the drip of a leaking faucet, then rushing like a waterfall (wap). ryo attempted to bury these feelings as they continued to sabbath, successfully turning his once small, innocent (twink) friend, into the most ruthless devilman in existence. as the months went on to fulfill ryo's plans, the emotions towards the boy fulfilled his heart. leaving to where they were now.

December 3rd 201x

Winter was approaching as the clouds, fluffy and gray, clogged the sky, sealing the precious beams of the sun. each tree naked, branches whittled and brittled, slowly creaked and rocked as the cold air combed through their crevices. the same cold air that had ryo rubbing his arms for warmth. he hated cold weather, ever since he was a kid, he had always had a scorn for this time of year. his hands we're not enough to warm him up as his nose began to burn from the cold, smart of him to not bring a sweater as akira had suggested.

the two boys were walking down a path surrounded by trees and nature as they had no devil hunting related activities scheduled for the day. akira suggested the two go out somewhere peaceful and calming, and this little thicket just in the outskirts of the forest seemed to be the ideal place in akira's eyes. akira's eyes looked over the displeased look sprawled across ryo's angelic features as he chuckled due to the way Ryo scrunched his nose as the whisp of cold air flushed their faces. Upon hearing the chuckle, ryo looked up to the boy with defined and sharp features.