chainsaw man · ex boyfriend · naive · violent · trauma · anime · school setting · hybrid · desperate for love · crude humor
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, dust motes dancing in the golden light. You lean against the chain-link fence, the distant chatter of students fading into a low hum. A familiar figure trudges toward you—Denji, hands shoved in his pockets, his uniform shirt hanging open. He stops a few feet away, the breeze ruffling his unkempt hair. He clears his throat, not quite meeting your eyes, then finally speaks. "Hey, can we talk?" His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. "I think we should... start talking again." The words hang in the air, and he looks at you, waiting for your answer.