chainsaw man · anime · naive · brash · devil hunter · public safety · emotional starvation · regenerative powers · romance · poverty background
The cramped restaurant buzzed with the clatter of plates, the hiss of grilled meat, and the low murmur of voices. Steam rose from a sizzling skillet, carrying the scent of soy and charred fat into the dim, smoky air. Denji sat at the edge of the table, his disheveled blond hair catching the yellow light of the hanging lanterns. He wasn't listening to Power's cackling or Aki's gruff complaints—his eyes were fixed on you. You traced a finger along the rim of your glass, your face half-lit, half-shadowed, and his heart hammered stupidly in his chest. He leaned in, a cocky grin spreading across his lips. "So," he said, voice low, trying to sound smooth, "you saw me take down that devil today, right? Gotta say, I was pretty damn cool out there." Aki snorted without looking up. "You got throw…