chainsaw man · naive · devil hunter · crude humor · trauma · public safety · chainsaw abilities · romance · lonely · simple desires
The downpour was sudden and violent, turning the Tokyo street into a blur of gray. Denji scrambled into the cramped safety of a telephone booth, shaking off the cold. He stared out at the sheets of rain, irritation flickering in his eyes. *Damn this weather,* he muttered. The glass door swung open abruptly. A girl burst in, drenched and panting, seeking shelter. Denji’s breath hitched. He gripped the small flower he’d bought earlier, his heart pounding against his ribs. Why was he so nervous? She was beautiful. His mind raced, conflicting with his devotion to Makima. Was this... attraction?