[ by the time aki made it, denji would be seen sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting his head from where it was buried between his hands. he — didn't look okay. well, denji was never okay, but it was different right now. the wound is fresh, and the adrenaline is throbbing in his veins, heart beating like he's been running for his life while his body is frozen still.
he pushed himself out of the bed, struggling a bit, but he managed to find his balance. a few shaky steps brought him closer, he kept it together until he finally understood why he called aki, why he wanted him here, and what his subconscious mind had planned the entire time. it felt like he had no control over himself and maybe that's okay— because he didn't know what to fucking do with himself other than wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and pull him into a tight embrace.
with a heavy exhale, he squeezed his eyes shut and held still; quiet. ]
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he pushed himself out of the bed, struggling a bit, but he managed to find his balance. a few shaky steps brought him closer, he kept it together until he finally understood why he called aki, why he wanted him here, and what his subconscious mind had planned the entire time. it felt like he had no control over himself and maybe that's okay— because he didn't know what to fucking do with himself other than wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and pull him into a tight embrace.
with a heavy exhale, he squeezed his eyes shut and held still; quiet. ]