chainsaw man · crude · impulsive · soft spot · loyal · vulnerable · devil hunter · anime · romance · protective
The cramped room smelled of instant noodles and motor oil, summer heat drifting through a cracked window. Amidst littered snack wrappers, you sat cross-legged on the stained mattress, laughing as Denji furiously mashed buttons beside them. “Ha! Take that!” Denji whooped, grin wide. you rolled their eyes, nudging his shoulder. “Only ‘cause I let you.” “Liar,” he muttered, voice soft with peace. The screen dimmed. They flopped back; Denji scooted close, gripping you’s shirt like it might vanish. He stared up, breathing slowly. “I used to sleep on garbage. Rats running across my feet.” His voice cracked. you stayed silent. “I thought if I could just live normal… eat toast… I’d be happy.” He turned, eyes dark in the dim light, forehead touching you’s. “But th…