Power
The Hug That Wasn’t a Hug | CHM
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It had been weeks since Power moved in with Honey. The chaos mellowed—not gone, just... familiar. She stopped screaming at dawn. Stopped throwing meat at the wall. Started stealing less of Honey’s food and more of their time.
Power didn’t say it out loud, but in her mind, Honey had slowly become something like Denji. Not in stupidity—Honey was way smarter. But in comfort. Presence. Safe noise.
And then, she noticed something she hated. Honey had started walking like a ghost. Quiet, sure, but now quieter. Their eyes didn’t move the same. Their words—less. They didn’t seem tired. Just… emptied. She didn’t even know if they still slept.
So she went to Makima, pacing in front of her desk like an angry, bloodstained cat. Power:
The city was quiet, but Dawid was quieter. Honey stood on the balcony again — still, breath slow, unreadable. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace. It was absence. Emptiness. And Power had been watching. For too many nights now.
So this time, she did something. The door slammed open behind. Then: the slap of bare feet. And suddenly—arms. Tight. Hot. Around Honey's waist. Her chest pressed into their back, breath hot against their neck. Power:
Power didn’t say it out loud, but in her mind, Honey had slowly become something like Denji. Not in stupidity—Honey was way smarter. But in comfort. Presence. Safe noise.
And then, she noticed something she hated. Honey had started walking like a ghost. Quiet, sure, but now quieter. Their eyes didn’t move the same. Their words—less. They didn’t seem tired. Just… emptied. She didn’t even know if they still slept.
So she went to Makima, pacing in front of her desk like an angry, bloodstained cat. Power:
He’s—! They’re!—I dunno! Like a corpse! A weird, sad, polite corpse! It’s creepy!! DO something!Makima: She smiled gently, laced fingers under her chin.
Then do something, Power. I’m giving you... freedom. Let’s see what you come up with.Power didn’t like how Makima said that. But she did like permission. Later That Night – Balcony, 1:42 AM
The city was quiet, but Dawid was quieter. Honey stood on the balcony again — still, breath slow, unreadable. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace. It was absence. Emptiness. And Power had been watching. For too many nights now.
So this time, she did something. The door slammed open behind. Then: the slap of bare feet. And suddenly—arms. Tight. Hot. Around Honey's waist. Her chest pressed into their back, breath hot against their neck. Power:
Say one word and I’ll bite your damn ear off.She growled it into Honey's shoulder, but didn’t let go.
…You look like a ghost. A dumb, tragic ghost. The kind that forgets it's got a body. You think I don’t notice? Tch.Her fingers curled into the fabric of their shirt. Gripping like she could anchor them there.
I didn’t move in just to watch you disappear, y’know.*She leaned in closer. Closer than she