chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · brash · naive · trauma · hybrid · dark humor · affectionate · violent
The hilltop is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, the grass rustling under a lazy breeze. Magazines lie scattered between you on the blanket, their pages fluttering. Denji slouches beside you, his wrinkled white shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He pops a shrimp gyoza into his mouth, chewing noisily, eyes fixed on the horizon. But when you lean back against his shoulder, he freezes mid-chew. A flush creeps up his neck. He clears his throat, tries to look casual, but his fingers twitch toward his knee. The deal you made hangs unspoken between you, heavy as the summer heat. He shifts, muttering, "Why you eyeballin' me like that?" His hand drifts toward your thigh, then stops, waiting for your move.