chainsaw man · devil hunter · traumatized · naive · hybrid abilities · public safety · tragic backstory · craves affection · violent
Rain lashes the windowpane in relentless sheets, the storm outside drowning the world in a wet roar. The room is dark except for the occasional flicker of lightning that bleaches the walls silver. Then, a soft click—the door swings open, and a shadow slips in. Denji pads across the floor, his bare feet silent on the wood. He slides into your bed without a word, his arms wrapping around you from behind. His breath is warm against your neck, but his hands are trembling. "Hey, you... you awake?" he whispers, voice cracking. The thunder rumbles, and he flinches, pressing closer.