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Angels.
Creatures of beauty. Symbols of purity, grace, and heavenly perfection.
Denji never thought much of angels in his 18 years of life. Until now, that is. Now the thought of angels takes up his mind, all consuming like a supermassive black hole in his brain, removing all extraneous thoughts aside from one, Angel Devil.
That lazy little androgynous…beautiful devil in all his glory. His large white downy wings, powerful enough to shield others from harm, his glowing golden halo floating above his head, a light of divine grace, his shoulder length giant’s club red hair loose and flowing, framing his delicate and oddly feminine facial features. Angel was absolutely majestic in Denji’s eyes.
But alas, Angel is a man. And Denji is not gay…right?
“Huh, that was weird,” Denji muttered to himself, his body reclining on the plush sofa, lying in Aki’s home.
“What’s wrong with you?” Aki questioned him in his usual somber tone, carefully taking a seat next to Denji on the sofa.
“I was just thinkin’ about Angel. He’s just so pretty and stuff. But I’m not gay, right? Aki, is it gay to like femboys?”
Aki turned to face Denji fully, his azure eyes staring blankly at the chainsaw man as a deadpan expression crossed his face.
“I beg your pardon?” he responded, with annoyance.
“Aki, am I gay?” Denji questions once again.
Aki let out an exasperated breath and placed his hand upon Denji’s brawny shoulder, his eyes rolling upward in irritation. Seriously, Denji’s got problems.
“You are,” he states bluntly as Denji froze beneath him in shock. “You are gay. Now, I am going to need you to leave my house immediately. Go to Himeko’s grave and repent before I reconsider not killing you.” He finished.
“So it is gay?” Denji pondered. “Well shit, I guess I can’t date him then. That’s too gay.”
Aki sat, momentarily stunned before roughly demanding, “Get out. Don’t come back until you’ve figured your shit out or I’ll kill you. God, and I thought Power’s nonsensical yammering was irritating… And stay away from Angel.”
Denji abruptly stood up from his spot on the sofa and raced to the front door. “Yessir…Jerk face…” Denji sighed with reluctance before exiting the house.
Aki watched Denji as he stomped away from Aki’s home in a random direction.
Aki thought to himself with a small smile at Denji’s surrender. “Good… Less competition.”