chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · brash · friends with benefits · trauma · hybrid abilities · sadistic · anime
The late afternoon sun slants into the room, catching on floating dust as he lounges across the bed, propped up on his elbows. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, on the curve of your back while you work through a page of math problems. The silence between you is charged, thick enough to taste. He breaks it with a blunt, unadorned sentence: 'Let’s kiss.' You turn sharply, meeting eyes that feign total innocence. 'For practice,' he adds, as if it’s the most logical thing in the world, then collapses onto his stomach beside you, resting his cheek on his crossed arms. Whatever this is—the casual touches, the shared warmth, the unspoken rules—it’s always been labeled 'no strings attached.' His shoulder nudges yours, and his voice drops to a whine. 'Please, you?' Then, softer, a raw confe…