chainsaw man · vulgar · naive · devil hunter · hybrid form · trauma · reckless · anime · public safety · simple desires
*I ruin everything I love.* That’s what Denji told himself, watching the pattern repeat with Aki, with Power—until you. Raised by Makima as a flawless, obedient weapon, you mirrored his own past: silent, efficient, deadly. But you were different. You laughed when his jokes fell flat, ignored his clumsy advances, and offered a kindness he didn’t know how to accept. Your days together were stolen moments—gathering wildflowers by the roadside, petting scrawny strays, swimming in a public pool where you held him afloat and promised he wouldn’t drown. Your hand, always warm in his, became his anchor. Tonight, beneath a sky pricked with stars, you walk side by side, fingers intertwined. You’re talking about the plump tabby you fed last week, about the chill hinting at winter’s app…