#makima needs to step on my neck

[unluckiestmember]

May I please request some intimate moments with makima?

Coming right up!

Intimacy: Makima X GN! Reader

Characters: Makima

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, Kishibe being Kishibe, Soft! Makima, romantic gestures and reassurance.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I will die on this hill and proclaim forever and ever that Soft!Makima is the best Makima!

At work, the most affection Makima will get with you is kissing your cheek or holding your hand.

It’s rather rare she hugs you in front of her co-workers since she has an image to hold to a degree.

Though if it is just you and her in her office, she will accept hugs.

And to make matters better, she will hold you like there is no tomorrow.

Sometimes she even kisses your cheek, shoulder and neck in between your embrace.

When the both of you are home with her dogs, Makima is super affectionate.

She will become more physically loving, not helping herself from having a finger or more on you.

And if she’s not doing that, you can find her performing acts of service or spending normal quality time with you.

If you come home late from work tired, you’d think you went to heaven with how much work Makima put in for you.

A hot dinner? Clean home? A warm bath waiting for you? Makima will do the whole nine yards.

Some nights you two will watch a movie and Makima’s reactions can range from adorable to heartbreaking.

You were so sure one time she was crying watching a war movie and the next thing you know, she’s holding your hand so tight like she’ll lose you.

If you ever think Makima doesn’t love you, she will prove you wrong with the biggest gestures.

It can be as small as her proclaiming her love for you after a stressful mission.

But can get as big as pulling Kishibe and Public Safety into throwing you a huge party for the anniversary of you joining Public Safety.

Makima wants you to know that you are appreciated and loved no matter what.

If you were anyone else suggesting weird or crazy things to do, Makima would turn you down.

But you’re her lover. So she will do whatever you want without question.

As long as you are smiling, feeling loved and having fun, she’ll do whatever you want.

You make her happy.

You are her everything. You are her life…

Chainsaw Man Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Country Mouse

Makima x She/Her Reader

A/N: I wrote this a month ago. Caught up on the manga in like, three days so some minor manga spoilers and some hints to more spoilers depending on when I decide to post it so please read ahead at your own discretion. I’d say not to worry about it, but I’m not sure if my hints would be as blatant to people not caught up as they would be to people who are. Word Count: 1,750~

Makima rolled down her window and inhaled the sweet air once the smog of the city was long behind her. She heard a whine from the back seat and rolled her eyes with a playful smile before lowering the other three windows down a little less than half way.

The dogs knew as well as she did that they were getting close to the farm. She had to send a few warning looks through the rear view mirror the more rambunctious they got.

“Yes, yes, I know,” she pouted, reaching back to get a handful of exited, slobbery licks over her hand, “it’s hard being cooped up in the car for so many hours, but we’ll be there soon and you can run to your hearts’ content.”

Makima loved the farm. So peaceful compared to the devil ridden city. Even she needed to get away from all of that death from time to time. The quiet, repetitive work, the lack of honking cars, crashing buildings, the absence of the scent of smog and blood and to able to look up at the sky at night and see the stars in vivid clarity…

And as if that wasn’t paradise enough, she got to be with her little country mouse.

It had been much too long since she had the opportunity to see her face to face, but the Public Safety Commission wasn’t an easy job to get time away from. The moment she saw an opening, she snatched it up. Anyone who had a problem with it need merely catch her eye and they snapped their mouths shut. She needed this and she wasn’t about to let anyone take it away from her one week more.

She turned her car onto a familiar gravel road that renewed the dogs’ wiggles and whines of excitement.

“Tiramisu,” Makima admonished with a giggle as the dog in the passender seat attempted to cross her field of vision to sniff out of her window instead.

She followed the curve of the road and finally the house came into view. As she pulled in, she saw (Y/n) step out onto the porch to greet her. She waved excitedly, earning a smile from Makima and a little wave of her fingers from behind the steering wheel.

She parked the car and withdrew the key. She waited a moment, gaining the attention of her seven dogs packed in her car like sardines.

“Wait,” She ordered softly, then exited the car.

Makima aimed a wink in (Y/n)’s direction as she took the back handle of the car door in her hand and swung it open. Still the dogs sat like statues. Makima smiled proudly.

“Go.”

The dogs didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling over each other they came tumbling out of the car. Each barreled over to (Y/n), greeting her lovingly before dashing around the property.

“I still can’t believe you manage to fit them all in there. It’s like a clown car of dogs. It makes me laugh every time.” (Y/n) beamed, brushing her hands off on her pants before wrapping her arms around Makima’s neck. “Did you have a good drive up?”

Makima gave an affirmative hum and returned the embrace and gave (Y/n) a lingering peck on her cheek. “It’s so good to be back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” (Y/n) returned the favor a bit more boldly, pressing a lingering kiss against Makima’s lips, “wanna come inside? I got a raspberry cheesecake in town yesterday.”

One of the dogs perked up, cocking it’s head to the side while listening intently.

“I wasn’t talking to you Cheesecake, you can go play.” (Y/n) assured and the dog went back to frolicking with Cream Puff.

“That sounds lovely.” Makima freed (Y/n) from her hug, but kept her hand on her waist as they made their way inside.

This was it. This was the peace humans strived for. A quiet, but no less meaningful life. Everyone deserved to have a place like this, a love like this, Makima believed. Nothing would get in her way of making that a reality. If she had to sacrifice a few pieces along the way, then that was just how it had to be.

“What are you thinking about?” (Y/n) asked, tapping her fork against her lips with an amused look. Once upon a time she may have been unnerved by Makima’s blank smiles, but she had grown used to them over time. It was just another oddly charming part of the devil hunter that she grew to love.

“Are you finally going to tell me you’re not human and you’re actually like, a space alien or something and you need to take me to your home planet?”

Makima’s smile curved a little higher as she brought a steaming cup of coffee to her lips, “Not quite. Just thinking about how glad I am that I met you. You remind me of what I’m doing all of this work for.”

“Oh,” (Y/n) flustered, “that’s, that’s actually really sweet.”

Makima hummed with glee as she put down her mug and finished her last bite of cheesecake.

“Shall we go take a walk now?”

“Not so fast, dishes first.”

Makima pouted.

“Let’s do them later.” She suggested.

“Mmm nope! I’m not made of dishes. Come on, it’ll be quick. You wash and I’ll dry.” (Y/n) said while gathering the plates and forks, “you got the mugs?”

“Yes,” Makima sighed, though she still smiled.

She enjoyed that (Y/n) did not easily bend to her will like others did. If she had her mind set on something, she would often stick to it unless Makima found reasons that could change her mind.

“There, see? Took no time at all.” (Y/n) wiped the last plate and put it back in the cupboard. “Now when we have dinner, the plates will be ready to go.”

“So right, darling.” Makima flicked the water from her fingers at (Y/n), making her flinch.

“Hey!”

“Walk now?”

“You are no different from the dogs,” (Y/n) dipped her hand in the draining water and gave Makima a taste of her own medicine, “Alright, let’s go. Just grab that bucket on the way out. We can collect berries.”

“Oooo,”

Makima enjoyed the little world her country mouse had crafted. A precious little garden, greenhouse for the winter months, and lovely fruit trees. As well as several winding trails leading to high outlooks in the hills or to stagnant ponds or the crystal clear river that cut through the property. She liked the feeling of walking hand in hand while the dogs flanked them on either side, only breaking formation to investigate a smell or chase after a noise from the bushes. It all felt so very natural and human.

“So how is work?” (Y/n) asked while attempting to wash the red stains of berry juice from her hands in the cold river.

Makima frowned at the back of (Y/n)’s head. As well meaning as the young woman was, Makima came here to not talk about, nor think about her work.

“Don’t remind me of all the work I left undone to be with you, pet. Let’s just enjoy our time together, please?” Makima crouched down and pouted against (Y/n)’s cheek, nuzzling deeper until she got a laugh.

“Is it really that awful, poor baby. You know, you could always quit. The pay isn’t as grand, but I’m pretty sure you and the dogs would thrive here. No offense, but the city is kind of a cesspool with so many devil attacks… I worry about you, you know.”

“I know,” Makima smiled, “and I would love nothing more than to stay here with you and take in all that the country life has to offer,” a soft kiss against (Y/n)’s temple, “but not before I eradicate devils from this plane. Everyone deserves a chance to live as freely, don’t you agree?”

(Y/n) groaned quietly, craning her head back, “Of course I do. Can’t I just be a little selfish?”

“It does feel nice to be wanted.” Makima teased. She cupped (Y/n)’s cheek in her hand and stoked the skin with her thumb, “I will say that I have found something that I’ve been searching for. For some time, I might add. If all goes well, maybe we can live out the rest of our days here together sooner rather than later.”

“The way you say it sounds kind of ominous,” (Y/n) chuckled nervously at Makima’s intense stare.

Makima blinked, then let her head fall forward to rest on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Does it? I promise you have nothing to worry about. Nothing beyond normal devil hunting procedure anyhow.”

“That’s still a lot to worry about, need I remind you.” (Y/n) scoffed.

Makima tilted her head to meet (Y/n)’s eyes, her wry smile hidden against her shoulder, “I suppose you got me there, but don’t you worry, dear. I am sturdier than most.”

“You are so odd. Have I ever told you that?” (Y/n) teased, pinching Makima’s cheek.

“Several times. I often wonder if I should be offended.”

“It’s an endearment, I swear.” (Y/n) assured.

Though she was enjoying sitting with Makima like this, it was going to get dark soon.

“We should gather up the dogs and go home before it’s too dark to see.”

Makima begrudgingly let her stand before following suit, then she whistled. Within seconds the dogs came flying out of the woodwork to sit at her feet. After a quick headcount, the party made their way back to the house for dinner and a movie.

When it was time for bed (Y/n) and Makima fought their way through the pile of dogs that had claimed the bed and wormed their way into the middle, curling up together beneath the heavy and warm beasts and blankets.

“It’s funny how I miss this when you’re gone, but when I’m in the moment I want nothing more than to exile all of you to the couch.” (Y/n) mumbled, wincing when one of the dog’s sneezed near her ear while another walked over her body to claim the sliver of a spot between her and Makima’s legs.

“They make the most pitiful sounds when they aren’t allowed in the bedroom though,” Makima defended, snuggling closer, well, as close as she could with Cream Puff in the way.

“Such a softy,” (Y/n) yawned, “good night.”

She felt Makima’s fingers trace along her back and relaxed further at the soft ministrations, finally closing her eyes.

“Good night,” Makima echoed, her golden eyes still fixated on the back of (Y/n)’s head, “have pleasant dreams.”

[diegowife]

“Two Of Us”

A Mini Of Denji X Reader

Reader uses She/Her pronouns :)

Might be include manga spoilers, read at your own risk!

Makima revealed that Y/n possesses a unique gift since birth - the ability to manipulate Hell-Fire. She is capable of generating and controlling flames, despite not being a devil herself, which sets her apart with this incredible power.

Y/n, who is not only my close friend but also my first love, captured my heart from the moment Makima introduced us. She possesses an exquisite, refined, charming, and courteous demeanor that surpasses even Makima.

Her prowess in eliminating devils, coupled with her captivating actions, sends shivers down my spine. I find myself unable to divert my gaze from her. Unlike Power, Y/n does not possess a childish disposition nor is she easily frightened. In times of danger, I feel assured that Y/n would come to my aid, steadfastly standing by my side.

I often contemplate confessing my feelings to her, but the thought of doing so is daunting. The fear of potential rejection and ensuing embarrassment renders the endeavor an arduous one.

Nevertheless, today is the day I gather the courage to ask her out. I cannot continue to suppress these emotions indefinitely. Nervously, I knock on her apartment door, eagerly awaiting a response. As the door creaks open slowly, my heart skips a beat.

To my surprise, Y/n is already dressed impeccably. Why is she adorned as if attending a wedding? I stand poised like a gentleman and clear my throat,

“Ahem, Y/n, will you go out with me today? You know, just in case the two of us want to spend time together? Since there are not so many devils and Makima hasn't informed us of any mission yet...”, It can prove quite a challenge to convey my thoughts to her on occasion. Undoubtedly, I can be quite bothersome.

“Oh? I was planning to go out to buy something. I guess going out with you is fine too..” In a manner that exuded shyness, she gently rubbed her neck as she spoke.

While holding my hand, she stepped out of the door, “Well, where should we go?”. The suddenness of her actions caused my face to blush as red as Makima's hair. Why would she hold my hand? Is this all just a dream? Or could it be that my dream has finally come true? If this is indeed a dream, I wish to share it with Pochita. He expressed his desire to know and understand the contents of my dreams. Hang on a little longer, Pochita; we are almost there.

Walking hand in hand with Y/n now felt like a taste of heavenly bliss. Although I've never experienced heaven firsthand, I assume this is what it must feel like. Earlier, I had to lock Power in the apartment to ensure she wouldn't disrupt our date. That girl truly knows how to cause trouble.

~TIMESKIP~

Presently, we find ourselves in Y/n's apartment once again. The burden of carrying her shopping bag is quite noticeable, indicating her fondness for shopping. Assisting her, I collect her belongings and arrange them within her humble abode. After completing the task, "Denji..." She appears discontented. Did I do something wrong?

“Denji, I extend my gratitude to you for everything that you have done. The time we spent together was truly delightful and it brought a smile to my face”, This made me chuckle. Oh yes, the plan that we executed has been successfully achieved. “No worries, I had intended for this to happen all along.”

It pleases me to see that she appreciates it. Our moments spent together were enjoyable, but the highlight for me was the opportunity to hold her hand..

Despite all that we did, it still doesn't feel satisfactory to me. We engaged in various activities together, such as going to the shopping mall, purchasing ice cream, having dinner, and strolling around the park. However, even with all of these things, it still doesn't meet my expectations. I can't help but wonder what else is lacking. Ugh, what is it that you desire, Denji? Come on, tell me.

As she prepared to close the door, I intervened, realizing that I needed to speak up once again. “Um, excuse me, but I have something else to say,” I blurted out. In that moment, I questioned my actions, thinking to myself, 'Oh no, what am I doing?' It felt as if my hand had a mind of its own. She furrowed her brow and asked, “Yes? What is it that you want, Denji?” Contemplating whether or not to reveal my thoughts, I considered that perhaps she wouldn't welcome them. Today was an exhausting day, after all.

“If you would be interested, I could propose the idea of accompanying me to the beach tonight, around the hour of 2 am. However, if this time is not suitable, I am willing to change the tim-”, before I could finish my sentence, she ecstatically grasped both of my wrists.

Without hesitation, she replied, “Absolutely, Denji, I would be delighted to join you!” Her laughter filled the air, causing my eyes to widen with admiration. She truly is a treasure. Alas, if only my wealth allowed me the privilege of showering her with delightful gifts. We solidified our plans and rendezvoused at the beach later on.

~TIMESKIP~

At the seaside, I found myself by 2 am. It has been a while, yet she has not shown up. What could be causing her delay in arriving here? Perhaps she is still asleep? No, that cannot be, as she never fails to keep our promises.

Not too distant from this location lies her apartment. Engaged in playing with the sand, I suddenly felt the touch of someone closing my eyes. I couldn't help but smile, playfully remarking, “You won't fool me, Y/n.”

In a state of amazement, she burst into laughter and released her grip, “Impressive how quickly you can guess!” Her face radiated joy as she flung sand towards me, yet I managed to evade it. “To me, it seems evident that we are the only one here,” I commented. Indeed, there is no chance that anyone else is present at this hour, considering it is late morning. Nevertheless, there was a peculiar sensation, as if someone was observing our every move, perhaps a homeless individual seeking solace by the ocean's embrace. I could simply overlook it all and fully embrace this moment.

In addition to that, a solid button-front blouse and trousers were worn by her; in contrast, I am only donning shorts and find myself half-naked. As she took a seat beside me, I crouched down. “I apologize for my tardiness, as I had to carefully select a suitable outfit, and may I mention, I also prepared a bento for the both of us!” she exclaimed, proudly displaying her portion of appetizing food.

Without warning, she forcefully pulled me into the ocean. I have never been a proficient swimmer, especially after the incident involving Reze. Although the trauma continues to linger in my thoughts, I must brush it aside. Y/n is all that matters to me now. “Can't swim, huh?” she scoffed, taunting me. Irritated, I retaliated by splashing water in her direction, provoking her laughter as she reciprocated the action.

Observing her silhouette, her laughter, and her facial expressions brings me great pleasure. Following a blissful period relishing in our youthful moments, we situated ourselves upon the sandy terrain and savored the bento she had prepared.

“Denji, why did you choose this particular location out of all the options available?” she inquired quizzically. Pausing to meet her gaze directly, I responded, “Well, it's quite challenging to put into words, but what I desire above all else is merely the presence of the two of us, without any disturbances or interruptions.”

Momentarily pausing to collect my thoughts, I continued, “All I yearn for is to sit in tranquil silence by the shore, admiring the rhythmic waves, listening to the harmonious melody of the surf, and experiencing the soothing pulse of the earth.” Yes, I suppose that phrase will suffice. While I cannot offer a concrete explanation, I did my best. At that moment, I felt her hugging me. Indeed, she enveloped me with her affection. Well done, Denji.

A rush of warmth envelops me as I sense her skin, the pulsating rhythm of her heart, and her embrace encircling my neck. Regrettably, the embrace is destined to be short-lived. She disengages from the hug and gently places her palm on each of my cheeks, hesitantly questioning, “Denji, do you believe this to be a date?”. Mirroring her actions, I also rest my palm on her cheeks and confirm, “Yes, Y/n, all along, this has been a date.”

A mixture of nervousness and anticipation tinges my smile as I gradually close the distance between our faces, and she reciprocates with equal measure. My throat tightens with anxiety. Despite not being my first kiss, I hope that I am deemed a proficient kisser. Our lips finally unite, and I relish the sensation of her soft lips pressed against mine. It is comforting warmth, and I find myself enjoying it immensely. In that fleeting moment, just as I am beginning to savor the experience, that moment until I hear...

“ BANG !”

Rather than realizing the events that had unfolded, I continued to relish in the sensation of our genuine kisses. My gaze shifted towards her, and the sight before me was utterly unforeseen. The tender caress of her cheeks and the touch of her hand upon mine were no more. Her body lay before me, disintegrated into countless fragments, not a single bone remaining intact. The crimson blood splattered across my visage and drenched my entire being. The chilling tableau left me breathless and shaken.

As I stared at the bloodstained hands, my eyes widened in disbelief. I cast a glance over my shoulder, and to my astonishment, it was Makima. I attempted to utter a response, yet my voice failed to escape my lips. “Denji, creatures like you, devils, should devote their attention to destruction rather than surrendering to love,” she proclaimed.

“Denji, it is obvious that you have developed a sentiment for her from the very beginning. Why did you decide to switch your affections towards her? You have kissed both Himeno and Reze, and now you attempted to kiss her?” She approached me and lifted my chin, saying, “Denji...from this point forward, you are under my complete control.” With a smug expression, she departed, completely disappeared in the shadow.

I find myself completely immobilized. Has the circulation of blood in my body ceased, or am I simply paralyzed with fear? I have lost Y/n. Why am I unable to experience any emotions? Why can't I shed any tears? I had just experienced my first genuine kiss, only to witness her obliteration right before my eyes. It is at this moment that I comprehend the following truth:

“In a world consumed by devils and misery, no feelings of love can endure.”.

I'm sorry if there are any grammar problems. English is not my first language :)

Thank you so much for reading <3 I hope the ending satisfies you. If you have A03, please look up my account PortgasDqish. I usually post my fanfic there ♡

[denjirv]

დ .•*””*• Cold Early Morning •*””*•.დ

A rough night with Kishibe and you're banter seemed to be overheard from a third party

CW// Suggestive dialogue and moments, no smut!, AFAB!reader, reader is a fiend, Kishibe and reader's relationship is left ambiguous ofc

☆A/N: First fic of the year and credit to @tukangcilokberflower for the fiend reader AU stuff!!

Early in the morning one of Kishibe's students was sent to give him a report. The sky still bright as the cold winter wind blew against the young student's face. He heads to the captain's residence with file clutched in hand, he double check to see if this was the right address before stepping towards the door

You, though just barely getting up, slumped your arms around the older man's neck as you smiled. "Must you be so hard with me last night?" in your usual sleepy but gentle tone you looked up at him with that blissful look in your eyes. Kishibe couldn't help but rest his hands on your waist, the fabric of your satin nightgown folding against his big hands as he pulled you close.

"You did ask for me to go harder on you. You needed that much stress relief didn't you?" he raised a brow, causing you to giggle as you kissed him on the cheek. Soft lips pressed against his rough stuble, you find yourself leaning close to his lips. "After that day, I needed someone to help me to relax."

Huh....

The student stood there frozen as he listened to what obscene things were being said in the home. He knew about Kishibe's interest in women but did he came in the wrong time? Should he have left the file on the doorframe? No, he can't he needed to be professional about it. That's until he heard you squeal

Kishibe had started to tease you with his lips pressed against your neck as you squirm. "Kishi! I'm still sore from last night, you did leave me restless the whole night you know?" You tried pushing him off playfully as a hand goes further down your back. "I can still barely feel my legs, you were so rough with me" You pouted but all was left was a gruff chuckle

This was insane, the male student thought as his face turned beet red from these words. He had to get the awkward moment over with as with a deep breath he knocked three times on the door. Suddenly the voices stopped but not before footsteps heading close. They weren't heavy, but rather light.

"Oh hello?" you opened the door seeing the nervous student with the files clutched against his chest. Your bed head hair covering your face as the straps of your nightgown fell. Before eyed could wonder for too long Kishibe leaned against the doorframe by his forarm, forcing the attention now on the older man. "What did Makima sent me now?" he sounded not as playful before with his voice rough and deep.

The poor student froze up as he quickly gave him the files of the report. "Ms Makima wanted me to give you these!" he then suddenly bows, refusing to look at either one of you. "Apologizes for interupping your moment!"

You looked rather confused. "Moment? Ohhh wait! You thought we did it didnt you?" Your brutal honesty didn't help as the student straighted himself back up as he looked at you in surprise. "No! I mean yes- I meant no no I would never imagine such a lewd act!"

"Cut the crap kid, it ain't like that" Kishibe was blunt enough to keep the miscommunication long enough. "He gave me a massage! He went a bit too rough though" you smiled as you leaned against Kishibe. It seemed the clarification was enough for the student to calm down as a small "oh" left his lips.

"So this all or are you gon' stand there?" Kishibe was getting impatient, his morning with you wasted on one of his students coming at such a early morning the student apologizes. "Forgive me Master Kishibe! I will be going now see you at work!" before rushing away from the door you looked up at Kishibe rather confused

"What odd behavior... I suppose we do sound like that huh?" you giggle before Kishibe pulls you back inside. Closing the door behind him. "If you think then fine by me" Although a important figure of the division team he threw the file to the side before pulling you back on his lap

"Maybe today I should give you that proper massage you wanted, hmm?"

[makibeni]

Ch. 52- My Future, My Own

Kobeni stepped out of the office, looking a tad more frazzled than when she'd entered. Her hair was a mess, hastily brushed back into her place with her fingers after Makima had had her fun with it. The scrunchy she'd often kept it in check with had been lost in the commotion, and with a honeyed compliment from her beloved she'd resolved to let her locks loose at least until the end of the day. She dabbed the beat of sweat that ran down her brow, letting out a shallow breath as punctuation. She'd been avoiding strenuous activity as part of her recovery, this encounter with Makima being the closest thing to exercise she'd gotten since winding up in the hospital. Reminiscing on the events of moments prior cast a saccharine upon her lips as she did her best to contain herself. It was bolder than she'd been in some time, and at the same time easier than she'd expected. The anxiety that overcame her so often wasn't there, the barrage of constant, nagging, second guessing, self loathing, all fell away in the moment she stared into Makima's golden ripples and recognized the same hunger that burned inside of her. Her insecurities felt somehow distant, shadows looming on the horizon that darkened the way the further out she tried to see, but her present was clear, bright and warm like a cloudless day, something she could take comfort in, at least for now.

There was, of course, still a future to worry about, one it was getting harder to avoid thinking about as her recovery progressed. Soon her leg brace was coming off and she would have to make a choice, go back to work or figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. In a way, this should have been something exciting for her, nothing left to tie her down and everyone who truly cared about her was at her side, fully willing to support her in whatever venture she chose, and yet, it was terrifying. What does boundless freedom mean to someone who's been denied any for so long they don't know what to do with it? All the roads she could see were shrouded in darkness, a shadowy curtain that spat of failure, embittered hisses denying her, that she'd already reached far beyond her peak, and all that was left was the inevitable decline until she was back where she belonged, alone save for the heel of whoever needed to use her.

The girl shook her head, casting her eyes into the distance and looking for anything to distract herself from the creeping angst she'd done such a good job avoiding so far. The featureless grey-brown walls of the office space she found herself in did little to ease her tension, only spawning thoughts that far too easily found their way back to the topic she was trying to avoid. A glance down the hallway found it's way to the figure leaning against the wall, seemingly waiting for her gaze to reach him. Angel tilted his head up, enough to count as an acknowledgement, and as close to an invitation as he was willing to give without pulling his hands from his pockets. The hallway was otherwise empty, and while Kobeni at first assumed the devil was waiting for his partner, the sleepy eyed stare he gave remained fixated upon her. She took a quick look around just to make sure, complying with the nagging urge at the back of her neck before stepping closer. As she made her way closer he leaned forward, holding still for a moment before straightening his back and pushing himself away from the wall all without moving his arms in a strangely impressive display of laziness.

He lead her down the stairs and outside, to a bench hidden in the shade of a large tree she found herself pressed to recall seeing. The place was strangely secluded, not hidden, but just out of the way enough that it escaped the notice of those to focused on the path ahead to let their eyes wander. Angel rolled onto it, resting a hand beneath his head and bending his legs just enough to technically leave room for Kobeni to sit. She obliged, though as was her nature scooted as far away as she could, leaving her more crouching with part of her leg touching the bench than anything that could be considered sitting. She turned to him and watched, anxiously awaiting his words as the devil continued his insouciant idling. He moved his hand for the first time, pulling it to his mouth and digging something from his teeth that his tongue couldn't reach, closing his eyes to take in a cool gust of summer wind, unbothered by the world around him. After some time he appeared to take notice of her stare with an almost confused look about him, wondering what she seemed to expect from him.

"What's up?"

He asked, lackadaisically tho seemingly genuinely puzzled.

"Oh um..."

Kobeni looked down at her feet, taking this as the prompt she'd been waiting for. Angel was a queer sort, enigmatic in a way even few other devils seemed to her, but somehow he'd always managed to help guide her along. The familiarity bread some sort of comfort in her, enough that she'd grown somewhat reliant on him when it came to relationship advice. This wasn't that, strictly speaking, though in a way it was. It wasn't something she could ask Makima, at least, and as far as she'd grown used to those things were somewhat interchangeable. She wondered how exactly to phrase her question, or if she should ask a question in the first place. She couldn't just ask what he thinks she should do with her life, even if that's what she wanted him to tell her. In truth it wasn't that there was something particular about Angel that made her want to seek out his advice, and she had trouble picturing him replying with more than a shrug after taking an agonizing amount of time to decide if contemplating the question was worth the effort. If he did actually blurt out an answer it's not like he's likely to have put that much thought into it, the pair hardly spoke, she wasn't sure if he even knew her last name, let alone have an insightful comment to make on what she should do with her life, so why was she even asking? Was she so afraid of facing her own failures she'd rather shove the responsibility on someone else just so she wouldn't have to?

Her mouth was empty, no words patiently waited their turn to be spoken, only empty thoughts as she tried to avoid reflecting on too much. She didn't have an answer she was ready to confront, but at least now she understood where to start, and for once it was something she actually wanted to address. The girl put her hands on her knees and lifted herself upright, dusting herself off and looking on ahead.

"Thanks... Angel"

The devil tilted his head, still perplexed by what she was talking about and watched as she walked off, with a more confident stride than she arrived with.