[The simple image of Denji with blood on his lips nearly short circuits everything else inside of him. Aki stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, terror flooding him. The devil is bad enough. Denji's own body reacting to the stress is even worse. And he has the nerve to tell him to get out of here?]
[He can hear the zombie still shuffling toward them but he doesn't care. Pochita seemed to weaken it enough and he's still standing upright despite the drop so he has to assume the little guy can walk. But even if he couldn't, Aki doesn't care. He's bolting forward to scoop Denji in his arms, hold him tight against his chest as he carries him like a bride, rushing down the street and away from the devil with harsh breaths. Running with him is nothing like carrying him last night, his arms screaming, his chest aching from the way he was hit by the other student, thrown into the ground and knocked around like a piece of plywood. But adrenaline is stronger than pain and he runs like he's in the final stretch of a marathon, eyes still wide and fear still flooding him like a torrent of rain. It's only exciting the devil and he can hear it lumbering after them, slower than before, and he's not even sure where he's going but away when he suddenly hears a horrible chomp like a dog, the splatter of blood on his back.]
[The sound of the dragging footsteps is gone and Aki dares to look back, going completely still at the sight. A fox head with more eys than he can see, surrounded with dust and fog. Hurrying from the midst of that smoke is a man in a black suit, saying something to the massive head before it vanishes into the same smoke, leaving only a sea of foggy clouds and no sign at all of the danger that was just chasing them.]
[Aki stands there panting, still holding Denji in his arms. Pochita is right at his feet, staring up at them both. Like they didn't just witness the most fucked up thing Aki has seen in years.]
What was...
[The words eke out of him quietly, like a creak. The hunter looks their way briefly but, seeing them both with open eyes, chooses to instead check on the other student, hurrying across to examine him where he lays.]
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[The simple image of Denji with blood on his lips nearly short circuits everything else inside of him. Aki stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, terror flooding him. The devil is bad enough. Denji's own body reacting to the stress is even worse. And he has the nerve to tell him to get out of here?]
[He can hear the zombie still shuffling toward them but he doesn't care. Pochita seemed to weaken it enough and he's still standing upright despite the drop so he has to assume the little guy can walk. But even if he couldn't, Aki doesn't care. He's bolting forward to scoop Denji in his arms, hold him tight against his chest as he carries him like a bride, rushing down the street and away from the devil with harsh breaths. Running with him is nothing like carrying him last night, his arms screaming, his chest aching from the way he was hit by the other student, thrown into the ground and knocked around like a piece of plywood. But adrenaline is stronger than pain and he runs like he's in the final stretch of a marathon, eyes still wide and fear still flooding him like a torrent of rain. It's only exciting the devil and he can hear it lumbering after them, slower than before, and he's not even sure where he's going but away when he suddenly hears a horrible chomp like a dog, the splatter of blood on his back.]
[The sound of the dragging footsteps is gone and Aki dares to look back, going completely still at the sight. A fox head with more eys than he can see, surrounded with dust and fog. Hurrying from the midst of that smoke is a man in a black suit, saying something to the massive head before it vanishes into the same smoke, leaving only a sea of foggy clouds and no sign at all of the danger that was just chasing them.]
[Aki stands there panting, still holding Denji in his arms. Pochita is right at his feet, staring up at them both. Like they didn't just witness the most fucked up thing Aki has seen in years.]
What was...
[The words eke out of him quietly, like a creak. The hunter looks their way briefly but, seeing them both with open eyes, chooses to instead check on the other student, hurrying across to examine him where he lays.]