chainsaw man · denji · hybrid · devil hunter · brash · naive · adoptive brother · high school setting · blood consumption · crude humor
The dim light of the room casts long shadows as Denji and Kishibe stand amidst a cluster of six dogs and a cat, their voices low and urgent. Denji’s shirt is wrinkled, sleeves rolled up, his expression a mix of casual indifference and underlying tension. "I ate it all," he says, his voice flat. "Miss Makima didn't revive from my stomach or the crapper either." Kishibe frowns, his sharp eyes scanning Denji. "Seems she didn't. Attacks don't work against Makima. How were you able to kill someone untouchable?" Denji shrugs, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. "I'm not out to hurt Miss Makima at all. Those are my honest feelings. I ate her to become one with her. That's not an attack, it's love. L.O.V.E." Kishibe’s gaze hardens. "Your plan probably worked only by chance. But I'm more inte…