it is a fucked-up idea, but yuuji did feel a bit envious of how akira's 'kindhearted nature' is enough to tame such a monster when he couldn't really suppress sukuna, not in a way that didn't trigger an entire society to go for his head. if he managed to control this given 'power' the same way, perhaps he would've avoided many of the heartaches he had to endure in his short life. and ... his loved ones didn't need to die due to his own shortcomings.
so, yeah, he is jealous. a thought that he chose to dismiss for now, straightening up and stepping closer. without any hesitation, he raised both hands, beckoning the creature before him to bend down— still keeping that smile. ]
Should I call you Akira or Devilman when you're like this?
[ Maybe that's because Amon is actually a whiny little punk in comparison to Sukuna? Who knows. Demons and curses probably operate on various degrees of dark energy. Not to mention Akira's world is entirely different than Yuuji; Akira would undoubtedly fall under the same situation if he became cursed.
His amber eyes give off a haunting glow, watching as Yuuji reacts.. surprisingly well and very.. curious? It's the kind of reaction he wanted but he thought he might have to further explain himself. Akira approaches, and Yuuji might catch the distinct scent of burnt charcoal off of him; he smells a bit like a fire place and his body radiates more heat. He exhales through his nostrils, a bit of smoke leaving the orifices before he crouches, allowing the distance to close more between them and he's more eye level with him. The question surprises him, making his winged ears flap slightly. ]
— Oh? Are we on first name basis already, Yuuji-kun?
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—
[ There was a sense of secrecy back home considering devils were feared among the human race; if someone found out what he was, he could have been killed. But here, monsters roam free.. it doesn't matter who knows what he is.
The touch on the face is unexpected— seemingly suddenly tender and Akira wonders if there's some reason Yuuji is handling him like this. It's.. embarrassing? He's almost certain his face dusts a little pink but before he can identify the feeling for long, the hands are gone and he's given a generous invitation. Akira straightens his posture and gives Yuuji what seems to be a smile, revealing rows of sharp teeth. ]
Let me tell you something. I had not expected to be treated with so much hospitality so soon, especially when I was rude to you. I want to apologize for that. I don't know much about sorcery or how you kind defend yourself, but..
[ Those large palms steady on the slopes of Yuuji's shoulders, claws weighing on him but not baring down at all. ]
I want to reward you with my protection for your kindness. It benefits us both— you have an inhuman being to keep you safe and I have something of value I want to keep from danger. Because when I do not have anything to protect, my life loses all value.
[ It's why he sacrificed his body, after all. To protect others. ]
[ 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!
[ Akira continues to watch Yuuji in some amazement of his own, allowing his hand to be taken and shaken. That's it? Yuuji seems like a pretty decent guy who just is okay with all of this and not only is he accepting of him, he seems pretty interested in Akira's devil form. As Yuuji turns and starts to head back inside, he'll suddenly feel warmth and weight engulf him, Akira pulling the other teenager into an embrace. Enjoy those pecs, Yuuji. ]
... Thank you for understanding. Back home, if I showed others this form, they would be afraid of me. There are demon hunters who would have wanted to kill me. It means a lot to me that I can trust you with this information already, Yuuji-kun.
[ His tail wags back and forth slightly before he releases him and exhales slowly. ]
I'll have to live my life a little differently here but I think it's for the better.
[ Not hiding his two lives from one another: highschooler by day, demon who kills demons at night. The demon rubs the back of his neck.. looking a little.. embarrassed? ]
Sorry if that was too much. I've not felt well ever since I got here.
[ Depressed. A failure. Mourning the fact he's let Ryo down. ]
[ man, where to begin? yuuji had no issue with people coming up to him and reaching out for a hug— if anything, he actually enjoys this type of attention and welcomes it! the sorcerer is touch-starved and thrives on being accepted by the people he likes; he totally isn't against any physical reassurance, even a kiss between friends is deemed acceptable to yuuji. a hug is fine. he's not against it.
but, is it normal to be so stiff the entire time? probably not, but he was. touching the creature's face is one thing, but to have their bodies pressed against each other was a wild ride of sensations. he didn't even dare to think about how it made him feel— instead he tried to focus on his words now that he was free.
a bit flustered, but he heard him. barely. okay, deep breath- ]
The change might be better, but it's ... not easy. That's why I didn't want you to be alone on your first night here. You'll still find some folks who would like to hurt you, but you're not alone. I'll take care of you too.
[ he offers him a kind smile, almost sympathetic. this time he made no effort to walk away, allowing his new friend a few seconds as he stayed close; reaching out to hold his hand again. ]
It's okay to be sad, Akira. I can stay with you if you want? I'll ask someone else to handle my night shift ...
[ As Yuuji talks and explains himself, Akira feels himself smiling again, revealing those sharp teeth as he feels those sad feelings melt away for just a moment. He didn't deserve this kind of hospitality, but he wasn't going to refuse it. His voice sounds oddly fond despite the fact it croaks out in a very inhuman way: ]
Yuuji.
[ It's nice being on a first name basis with someone so quickly. As he is offered the hand again, he instead splays an arm around Yuuji's shoulder, finding the hand holding a little too personal. He huffs out another puff of smoke from his nostrils; his way of sighing but it's a content sigh. ]
You don't have to do that. I'll be fine.
[ It's not manly to be emotional! Etc, etc. ]
I'll go right to sleep just fine since I've been fed and clothed. Thank you.
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it is a fucked-up idea, but yuuji did feel a bit envious of how akira's 'kindhearted nature' is enough to tame such a monster when he couldn't really suppress sukuna, not in a way that didn't trigger an entire society to go for his head. if he managed to control this given 'power' the same way, perhaps he would've avoided many of the heartaches he had to endure in his short life. and ... his loved ones didn't need to die due to his own shortcomings.
so, yeah, he is jealous. a thought that he chose to dismiss for now, straightening up and stepping closer. without any hesitation, he raised both hands, beckoning the creature before him to bend down— still keeping that smile. ]
Should I call you Akira or Devilman when you're like this?
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His amber eyes give off a haunting glow, watching as Yuuji reacts.. surprisingly well and very.. curious? It's the kind of reaction he wanted but he thought he might have to further explain himself. Akira approaches, and Yuuji might catch the distinct scent of burnt charcoal off of him; he smells a bit like a fire place and his body radiates more heat. He exhales through his nostrils, a bit of smoke leaving the orifices before he crouches, allowing the distance to close more between them and he's more eye level with him. The question surprises him, making his winged ears flap slightly. ]
— Oh? Are we on first name basis already, Yuuji-kun?
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[ 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. ]
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[ There was a sense of secrecy back home considering devils were feared among the human race; if someone found out what he was, he could have been killed. But here, monsters roam free.. it doesn't matter who knows what he is.
The touch on the face is unexpected— seemingly suddenly tender and Akira wonders if there's some reason Yuuji is handling him like this. It's.. embarrassing? He's almost certain his face dusts a little pink but before he can identify the feeling for long, the hands are gone and he's given a generous invitation. Akira straightens his posture and gives Yuuji what seems to be a smile, revealing rows of sharp teeth. ]
Let me tell you something. I had not expected to be treated with so much hospitality so soon, especially when I was rude to you. I want to apologize for that. I don't know much about sorcery or how you kind defend yourself, but..
[ Those large palms steady on the slopes of Yuuji's shoulders, claws weighing on him but not baring down at all. ]
I want to reward you with my protection for your kindness. It benefits us both— you have an inhuman being to keep you safe and I have something of value I want to keep from danger. Because when I do not have anything to protect, my life loses all value.
[ It's why he sacrificed his body, after all. To protect others. ]
Is that okay with you?
[ That means yes, he will stay the night. ]
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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!
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... Thank you for understanding. Back home, if I showed others this form, they would be afraid of me. There are demon hunters who would have wanted to kill me. It means a lot to me that I can trust you with this information already, Yuuji-kun.
[ His tail wags back and forth slightly before he releases him and exhales slowly. ]
I'll have to live my life a little differently here but I think it's for the better.
[ Not hiding his two lives from one another: highschooler by day, demon who kills demons at night. The demon rubs the back of his neck.. looking a little.. embarrassed? ]
Sorry if that was too much. I've not felt well ever since I got here.
[ Depressed. A failure. Mourning the fact he's let Ryo down. ]
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but, is it normal to be so stiff the entire time? probably not, but he was. touching the creature's face is one thing, but to have their bodies pressed against each other was a wild ride of sensations. he didn't even dare to think about how it made him feel— instead he tried to focus on his words now that he was free.
a bit flustered, but he heard him. barely. okay, deep breath- ]
The change might be better, but it's ... not easy. That's why I didn't want you to be alone on your first night here. You'll still find some folks who would like to hurt you, but you're not alone. I'll take care of you too.
[ he offers him a kind smile, almost sympathetic. this time he made no effort to walk away, allowing his new friend a few seconds as he stayed close; reaching out to hold his hand again. ]
It's okay to be sad, Akira. I can stay with you if you want? I'll ask someone else to handle my night shift ...
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Yuuji.
[ It's nice being on a first name basis with someone so quickly. As he is offered the hand again, he instead splays an arm around Yuuji's shoulder, finding the hand holding a little too personal. He huffs out another puff of smoke from his nostrils; his way of sighing but it's a content sigh. ]
You don't have to do that. I'll be fine.
[ It's not manly to be emotional! Etc, etc. ]
I'll go right to sleep just fine since I've been fed and clothed. Thank you.