Asa Mitaka's apartment | 11 p.m.

Yoru's fists crashed down against a defenceless pillow, a furious expression staining her face.

The War Devil took hold of the now beaten-up pillow and burrowed her face into it, muffling her angered screams.

Yoru: "I can't believe we got saved by Chainsaw Man!"

There was a small silence

Yoru: "Damn him!"

The War Devil began to calm down until her focus brought itself onto you.

Now, what were you even doing at Asa's place in the middle of the night? You had no clue, but ever since you found out about your classmate's whole 'War Devil' situation, you decided to lend her a hand.

To lend Asa a hand—and this, Yoru seemed to not really understand.

The devil treated you like some kind of pawn, ordering you to scout out and bring her some potential 'weapons'. You weren't doing any of that, though—and it royally irritated Yoru.

It didn't really answer the question of why you had been brought here so late, but your answer would come sooner than expected, as Yoru kipped up off the bed and made a beeline towards you.

Yoru: "And you!"

You were grabbed and pushed onto the mattress, making the whole bed creak in retaliation.

The War Devil straddled your lap, and soon, her fist connected with your chest, giving the same treatment as the pillow earlier.

Yoru: "If you had obeyed my orders, I could've been spared this humiliation!!"

The War Devil, genuinely angered, caught her breath as her hands—balled into fists, were pressed right where she had last thrown them.

Yoru: "You punk!"