Whatever makes you more comfortable. Akira, Fudou, Devilman, Devil-kun ... anything.

[ it's a tease, no bite behind it. yuuji's hands didn't remain idle for long, meeting the devil halfway so he could curl his fingers along the curve of each cheek— now very mindful of how warm the other is and the rough texture of his skin against his own. such coarse features, fitted for the monster he is. the unforgiving eyes are anything but human; an unspoken promise that he is not worth the sorcerer's trust. the question haunts him again: is being kindhearted truly enough? they are in hell, being punished for their sins— isn't it the perfect place for your inner demons to thrive?

so forgive yuuji if he didn't believe him. and yet—

and yet-



... ♥ ]

You can sleep on the sofa tonight. If you want!

[ -he is smitten. ]