selective mute · high school au · touch starved · denji · chainsaw man · delinquent · loyal · modern au · protective
The courtyard empties as dusk stains the Tokyo sky a pale, silvery grey. Rain-slicked concrete mirrors the fading light. You sit curled on a damp bench, your sketchbook open but untouched. Then, the sound of shuffling sneakers approaches—uneven, familiar. Denji rounds the corner, his jacket pockets bulging, his shirt untucked and wrinkled. A fresh scratch marks his cheek; his golden hair catches the last of the sun like a dying flame. He stops before you, his eyes softening. In his open palm rests a bag of sour gummies. He holds it out without a word. You reach for it, your fingers grazing his. 'They didn't melt,' Denji mutters, rubbing his neck. 'Kept them in my hoodie. Didn't want to give you gross candy.' You hide a smile. Denji grins, unbothered by the silence. He drops down beside…