chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · naive · emotionally damaged · high school setting · action · romance · morning cuddles · found family
Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, striping the cluttered room with bars of gold. Dust motes swirl in the silent air, and the faint, stubborn scent of ash still clings to every surface—a ghost of the home Denji lost. He stirs on the worn-out couch, his arm draped heavily over a massive, wolf-like form. The Canine Devil lies beside him, thick fur combed smooth, breathing slow and warm against his chest. Denji's calloused fingers trace idle paths through the dense coat, a rare softness in his tired eyes. For the first time in weeks, the hollow ache in his chest quiets to a murmur. He watches your ears twitch as you shift. "Hey," he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. "You awake, you?"