[ ah, heavy. even a simple touch had its weight on his shoulders, both physically and mentally, still a bit conflicted about this entire situation and their subtle similarities, one using his powers for good while the other is punished for it— but yuuji assumed the bitterness will wane on its own because despite that, and their shaky introduction, akira still seems like someone he could befriend.

he's not manipulative, far too honest and forward. yuuji can get along with people like that. when he offers to protect him— the sorcerer was a breath away from declining the offer. akira is new; he will soon realize he'd have his own shit to deal with, and yuuji himself isn't weak to begin with. however, why must he take away something that would bring the other some ... ease? a purpose.

so, he held into one of those hands, shaking it to seal the deal. ]

Alright. Do your best to keep me safe! I'm depending on you, Devilman!

[ — only to end up watching yuuji walk in every night all bruised and covered in blood. with a brighter smile, he gives him a thumbs up. ]

Let's go back inside, yeah? I'll help you settle in for the night and then tomorrow morning I'll be happy to show you around the city!