trying to go somewhere with the nail devil..please?
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Sneaking out with Nail Devil
A/n: I wasn't sure if this is what you were asking for. If not, please let me know and I can make a new post. Since Nail's gender isn't fully confirmed, I'm just going to go with rule of "looks female enough". People are free to debate otherwise.
You weren't entirely sure how you ended up like this. One moment, you were taking back Denji from Public Safety with the others and were told to stay behind with Nail and Seigi to guard the fort.
The next thing you know, Seigi was put under arrest and you...
"Ahahahaha! Keep up, dear!"
...were dating a fugitive.
You catch up to Nail on the street, who's walking ahead with long strides and wearing a hoodie to cover their face.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't walk so fast."
"I just don't want anyone to see me in this hideous thing."
"First of all, that's my hoodie you're insulting. Second, it's only so you don't get spotted by Devil Hunters."
"Still, this is totally not my style."
"And getting arrested for hiding a wanted Devil isn't mine."
Nail leans forward and looks at you with an exaggerated pout.
"Is that all you see me as? A filthy Devil?"
"Honestly, I don't know what you are."
Nail's expression quickly switches from a pout to a smile.
"Isn't it obvious, dear?"
You look down to see them press a finger to your heart.
"I'm yours."
Nail then flicks your nose up and boops it.
"Just like you're mine."
"I meant more like what you have...down there."
Nail gives a wide grin at your question.
"I'd prefer to keep that a surprise for later, honey~"
Your face turns a bright red at that response as you turn away, embarrassed. You weren't sure how to feel about that. You weren't sure how to feel about most of this situation.
The normal response to seeing a corpse possessed by a Devil with nail-riddled brain matter sticking out of its face would be to run away as fast as you can in the opposite direction and never look back.
Yet here you were instead, letting them take you out on a date in the middle of the night to a movie of their choice. You weren't yet sure if you'd regret that last part in particular, though you'd soon find out.
Cut to the two of you in the cinema. The screen shows a masked killer impale a teen with a machete. Most of the audience gasps or even screams in horror. Meanwhile, Nail sits there, bored out of their mind, eating buckets of popcorn just to pass the time.
You stare at them in bewilderment.
"I thought you hated kids being involved in violence?"
Nail shrugs.
"They deserve it for speaking rudely to that old man earlier"
You open your mouth to say something, but you decide it's not worth it. You and Nail exit the movie theatre. They throw a half full bucket of popcorn in a bin and walk with their hands behind their head, continuing their long strides.
"Good grief, that's the last time I trust a movie critic. They talked the film up a lot, so I thought for sure it would be good. At least the effects were decent, though."
You walk behind Nail, still confused by their behaviour.
"Since when do you listen to the opinions of humans?"
They turn around to look at you with a smile.
"Since I met you, dear."
You blush a little at this as you both walk for a while until Nail stops outside an itameshi restaurant. They flash you a grin.
"How about I make it up to you?"
Two plates of Japanese-style spaghetti with sausage and vegetables are served to your table. You pick up your cutlery to eat, while Nail opts to scoop the food up with their hands and shovel it into their mouth.
You watch Nail eat with a blank look. Several customers and waiters watch them in disgust, though Nail doesn't seem to care about the audience they've attracted.
That is until you look behind you to see a pair of Devil Hunters enter the building. They talk with the person at reception.
"Hey, Nail, I think we better-"
You turn back around to see Nail already halfway out the back window. They give you a wave and a smile, then they flip outside. You sigh and hastily throw the money for the food onto the table and follow them out back.
You find yourselves walking along a beach. You stare out at the waves as you contemplate the night's events. You lose track of the rest of the world until all you can hear is the ripple of the tide against the sand.
It's calm, tranquil. The first peaceful moment you've had all night.
You snap out of it and look down to see Nail sitting down on your hoodie. They pat their legs with a small smile, suggesting you lay your head on their lap.
"...Are your hands even clean?"
They show you their palms, then the back of their hands. Completely clean.
You sigh, then sit down next to them, laying your head down on their lap. They start stroking your hair, looking down at you, then out at the sea.
You aren't entirely sure how you ended up like this, but you don't really care.
You aren't sure what Nail is, but they sure aren't boring.