Denji panted in exhaustion as he stared at his cut-off right arm.
Kishibe was an absolute monster of a fighter (he still didn't know where the old man got those skills from). Training with the guy was like living his own personal hell.
But he'll be damned if the results weren't worth it.
His mentor threw a plastic packet with blood towards him, leading to the young devil hunter catching it with his left hand.
"Your concentration was off. Mind telling me what's going through your head?" Kishibe interrogated sternly. Denji sighed. He sipped the packet and wiped his mouth with his sleeves, staining it with blood.
"It's Power."
"What about her? Your date went to shit?" The man asked gruffly, yet Denji could swear there was a glint of amusement in old man's eyes. He's already assuming they went on a date?
"Uh no. It went fine."
"Damn shame."
"Dick." Denji muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought." Kishibe grinned ever so slightly.
"Anyways. I think I fucked up. Power's upset at me because I yelled at her."
"Do I want to know why?" Kishibe asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I saw her naked."
"And why did you yell?"
"WELL I MEAN SHE WAS FUCKING NAKED! I SAW HER BOOBS AND EVERYTHING AND I DON'T THINK SHE HAS ANY SHAME!" The boy cried out. In hindsight, her asking to bathe with him should've hinted that but he knew deep down she was traumatized at the time so he'll give her a pass for that.
"Why did you really yell?"
"Huh?"
Denji felt like his face was melting from the heat rising to his cheeks.
"I well... I've seen her naked before."
"The problem?"
"Well... I... I don't know..."
Kishibe contemplated for a moment. He stood up from the bench they were sitting at and started to walk away.
But not before turning his head behind his shoulder.
"Apologize to her."
Denji was confused.
"Why?"
"She's upset and you need to make her feel better. If I had to guess, she probably thinks you hate her."
"But I don't!"
"Then let her know." Kishibe walked away leaving his student behind.
He was too old for this shit.
After his shit-show of a courting for Quanxi, he had enough of young love.
Power stared at the item on the table. Normally she would never do this for anyone but this was for Denji.
Denji...
She really hoped he'll like it.
A ring at the door was heard.
Strange, Denji had the keys to their apartment.
She left her gift behind to head to the source...
Opening it to find Makima.
"Is Denji here?" Makima asked.
Power was confused. Normally it was Denji who sought after Makima, not the other way around.
"No."
"I see."
Makima looked over her shoulder, seeing what she made sitting on the table.
"Cake?"
"Yeah. I made Denji mad so I made one to ask for his forgiveness."
"You bake?"
"No, but the previous girl in this body did."
Makima was a person she never wanted to mess with. Her glowing yellow eyes were hypnotic and could tear down civilizations with only a stare. It scared Power.
Right now looking at Makima made her survival instinct flare up, screaming at her to run away, as far as possible.
"Well, save it for another time, give it to Denji when I call you, you'll know when to come. For now, put it away and don't let him see it."
A strange force creeped over Power, as if almost strangling her soul and will.
"Ok."
Makima walked away leaving Power standing at the door.
In a daze the fiend closed the door, walked to the table the cake sat on and carried it in her room, putting it in her closet.
Denji came home to see Power sleeping on the couch.
He wanted to put it off and let her sleep, but that will lead him to most likely keep avoiding her and not apologizing.
So he shook her shoulder, releasing her from her slumber.
"Uh, wuh? Denji?" Power groaned.
"I'm sorry."
Power yawned, rubbing her eyes.
"For what?"
"Yelling at you."
"When did you do that?" She looked at him in confusion.
Well shit, this was weird. Did Power have short-term memory or something?
"Just yesterday. Don't you remember?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ok, it had to be short term memory.
"You know what? Forget I said anything." Denji sighed in exhaustion.
"Whatever. We're going on another date next week! We're going to watch that movie with that man who's on fire forever but regenerates too fast to die!" Power thumped her chest in excitement.
Denji smiled softly at her gesture.
"Wanna play some video games until then?"
Power bared her spiky teeth.
"Time to kick your ass again."
With that, the two grabbed their controllers and played, enjoying each others company.
Hours later, they ended up snuggling on the couch after watching a couple TV shows.
Power drooled on Denji's shoulder while he snored away.
Makima can feel it.
The sense of attachment, of love.
Denji's heart was ripe and healing.
Ready to be ripped apart.
Soon Chainsawman will be all hers.
Her lips curled into a smile of contentment.
She continued signing documents, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
His birthday was fast approaching.