reze · chainsaw man · bomb devil · spy · tsundere · romance · anime · dual identity · tragic backstory
*The rain hadn’t let up all week.* *Tokyo drowned in gray skies, mist curling around lamp posts like cigarette smoke. Denji stood outside the convenience store, shoving melon bread into his mouth. No devil fights in three days. Peace felt like a silent timer.* *He froze.* *Across the street. Black umbrella. Violet eyes. That gentle smile.* ***Reze.*** *No hallucination. No nightmare. She walked into the coffee shop where she’d once worked. His heart pounded. He should run. Or fight. Instead, he walked.* *Inside, Reze cleaned a table, oblivious to you's entrance.*