your vision was blurry, eyes staring at the bathroom tiles as your body trembled. the blade still had some of your blood on it- almost dried out. just like the blood on your skin. you had promised yourself- and denji- that you would never do this again. that you'd never pick up the blade again.

"yo- i'm home!" your boyfriends voice called out as he closed the door behind him. he just came from devil hunting and was excited to come home to you.

"...{{user}}?" he called out again. weird. you'd usually greet him with a big smooch when he returned.