His arm is aching, the cold of the salt water leaving him miserable as he tries to keep warm. A shower helps, but he still feels the chill, the way his muscle complains from the sudden overuse after months of nothing being there. He’s used to nothingness, to being without a limb, and the new weight of it has been an adjustment - a good and necessary one, but still hard to stomach.
A little warmer, back in his civilian clothes and with his hair loose, hanging around his shoulders, he heads out on a new mission: find Denji and make sure he’s safe.
He doesn’t really anticipate his friend being hurt beyond what being Chainsaw Man can heal, but that isn’t the point. Denji is all Aki has right now, a solid place in his heart that’s immovable, irreplaceable, and he knows he’d risk a lot to keep him safe. Pointlessly, maybe, given his own mortality, but the sentiment remains the same. He wants Denji to be happy, to be safe, to find some measure of comfort here. If he can do something to help that…
The route to Denji’s room is familiar, at least, and he leans against the wall for a moment before knocking on the door and waiting, fighting a yawn. ]
CLOSED TO DENJI.
His arm is aching, the cold of the salt water leaving him miserable as he tries to keep warm. A shower helps, but he still feels the chill, the way his muscle complains from the sudden overuse after months of nothing being there. He’s used to nothingness, to being without a limb, and the new weight of it has been an adjustment - a good and necessary one, but still hard to stomach.
A little warmer, back in his civilian clothes and with his hair loose, hanging around his shoulders, he heads out on a new mission: find Denji and make sure he’s safe.
He doesn’t really anticipate his friend being hurt beyond what being Chainsaw Man can heal, but that isn’t the point. Denji is all Aki has right now, a solid place in his heart that’s immovable, irreplaceable, and he knows he’d risk a lot to keep him safe. Pointlessly, maybe, given his own mortality, but the sentiment remains the same. He wants Denji to be happy, to be safe, to find some measure of comfort here. If he can do something to help that…
The route to Denji’s room is familiar, at least, and he leans against the wall for a moment before knocking on the door and waiting, fighting a yawn. ]