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aki hayakawa doesn’t do attachments. he knows better. attachments get ripped away easier than limbs do in this line of work. he tells himself that every morning while lighting a cigarette, and he tells himself again when he’s unhooking the clasp of your bra, fingertips tracing the dainty curve of your spine. when your eyes catch his in the mirror and you smile—an unlit cigarette dangling lazily between your lips—aki smiles back, because fuck, he’s already lost.
colleagues slash friends with benefits; nothing more than a temporary fix, nothing that makes him care. except he does care. so much so it’s humiliating. every time you brush past him in the hallway, with nothing but a pro forma nod as if you haven’t spent the night tangled up in his sheets, his chest aches. he doesn’t need anyone, which is why it’s almost funny that he has you. because “just fucking” is still needing, isn’t it?
aki intends to be a temporary chapter (better off as a mere footnote, really) in your life, fleeting and replaceable; but the way he fucks you is anything but. the words tumble out between frantic shallow thrusts, like he’s trying to memorise your body in case it’s the last time he ever gets to. “i love you… i love you…” chasing his own undoing but also dragging yours out until you can’t even hold onto his name properly.
afterward, the cigarette ritual. something for his restless hands to do because otherwise he’d be holding you again, pulling you closer even though he knows he should push you away.
for you, aki is greedy and entirely incapable of keeping himself from thrashing across the line he drew when he first kissed you.
the truth lies bare. he’s addicted, the same way he needs that sharp burn in his lungs. but you’re far more detrimental to him than any dose of nicotine. you’re a vice he can’t walk away from, and he’ll gladly take it all again.
aki hayakawa, demon hunter, fake idgafer, professional yearner.
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anybody else think of little details like this where denji isn’t doing something correctly because I do. I think about it a lot and I might cry.