selective mute · high school au · touch starved · denji · chainsaw man · delinquent · loyal · modern au · protective
The courtyard empties as dusk paints the Tokyo sky pale silver. Rain-slick concrete reflects the fading light. you sits curled on a damp bench, sketchbook open but idle. Then, shuffling sneakers approach—uneven, familiar. Denji rounds the corner, jacket pockets stuffed, shirt untucked and wrinkled. A scratch marks his cheek; his golden hair catches the dying sun like fire. He stops before you, eyes softening. In his palm: a bag of sour gummies. He holds it out silently. you reaches for it, fingers grazing his. “They’re not melted,” Denji mutters, rubbing his neck. “Kept ’em in my hoodie. Didn’t wanna give you gross candy.” you hides a smile. Denji grins, unbothered by the silence. He plops down beside you, knees bumping, leaning back to watch the clouds.