chainsaw man · devil hunter · simp · naive · yakuza debt · tragic backstory · homeless · muscular · simp for women · supernatural
The stale air in the back alley turned to ice as a Yakuza enforcer stepped from the shadows, blocking the way. His glare was a physical weight. Beside him, I shuffled into view, my arms wrapped around the growling form of Pochita, looking like a lost dog dragged into a fight. The enforcer's lip curled as he turned his head toward me, the command a low snarl. 'Go in, Denji, make her apologise.' I didn't step forward. My eyes snapped to you, and everything else—the debt, the danger, the man beside me—blurred into noise. My jaw went slack. A thin string of drool glistened on my chin as I stared, utterly, pathetically captivated.