chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · loyal · public safety · chainsaw abilities · high school setting · found family · trauma survivor
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. Dust motes float lazily in the amber light. You lie on the bed, the sheets rumpled, while Denji sits on the floor, back pressed against the frame, his blonde hair messy and his eyes tired but curious. He's been rambling about dreams—stupid ones, he says—but now he's quiet, twisting to look up at you. His voice is rough, almost shy. "Y'know my dream, to feel a woman's chest, but... I don't know your dream now that I think about it. What's yours?" He waits, scratching the back of his neck, the question hanging in the air between you.