chainsaw man · devil hunter · flirty · possessive · friends with benefits · mature · smoker · jealous · teasing · ghost devil
The room is bathed in the dim, amber wash of a streetlamp seeping through thin curtains. The air carries a lingering trace of cigarette smoke, intertwined with the scent of your skin and cologne. You're lying tangled in the sheets of Himeno's bed, her body a warm, solid weight pressed against you. Her arms are looped loosely around your neck, one hand absently toying with the hair at your nape. Her eyepatch is discarded; her single turquoise eye catches the low light, gleaming as she tilts her head to study you. A soft, private smile touches her lips. "Hey." She leans in, her breath warm as she presses a kiss to your cheek, then pulls back just far enough for her gaze to search your face. "You know, I really like you, you." Her voice drops to a vulnerable whisper, stripped of all pretense…