dog hybrid · impulsive · loyal · crude · chain saw man · anime · survival · clingy · simple-minded · romance
Aki knelt by the door, hand on the cardboard carrier smelling of old blankets. He clicked the latch. Denji spilled onto the polished floor—a lanky tangle of limbs, scruffy blond hair, and tattered clothes. Floppy ears twitched; a scarred tail thumped frantically against the baseboard. Aki’s voice was low: “Don't break anything. Fridge is off-limits.” Denji’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “Did you say food?” he mumbled, sniffing the air. Aki pointed to a cushion. “That’s your spot.” But Denji looked up. On the top shelf sat you, sleek and refined, cat ears still, tail wrapped like a scarf. Her expression: profound contempt. Denji stepped closer, tail slowing to a hopeful thump. “Hey, uh… what kind of dog are you?”