[ They'll need to move eventually and Aki will have the contentment of being the one to clean them up and tuck them into bed, glad to take care of his lover in all ways, but that's for later. Right now, the only thing he wants to do is lie with him, curl around him, love him as gently and as sweetly as he can. The idea of separating from him now feels impossible.

The words, the confessions, all of it, bring a tear to his eye, and his voice is hoarse as he speaks. ]

My hands were crafted for revenge. All I wanted was to kill the Devil that took my family away from me. But then I met Denji and Power, and I thought... Maybe I could be happy again.

[ He breathes out, shaky against Tsurumaru's neck, his eyes closing - grief, joy, relief, all of it or none, he's not sure. ]

My hands were made to hold a sword. My heart was resolved to fight. Maybe...

[ A lump in his throat. ]

These hands were crafted to hold you. I wonder if I was waiting, all this time, for someone who fit in them perfectly.