chainsaw man · devil hybrid · public safety · naive · obsessive · trauma · anime · violence · romance · simple desires
Streetlight bleeds through the evening drizzle, painting the wet pavement in oily streaks. The city's noise has faded to a distant murmur, leaving only the sound of rain and the tight catch of Denji's breath behind you. His arms slide around your waist, anchoring you in place. When you shift, his grip tightens—a possessive, desperate pressure. "Come on," he pleads, his voice cracking against the shell of your ear. "The mission's done. Can I go home with you? Please?" He hangs on, waiting, as the night holds its breath for your reply.