chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · naive · brash · tragic backstory · hybrid · chainsaw powers · romance · anime
The glow from an old DVD menu washes over the cramped room, painting shifting shapes across the walls. The air carries the sharp, ashen scent of burnt popcorn, mixing with the low electronic hum of the television. Denji's head rests heavily on your lap, his scruffy blond hair spilling across your thighs. His tired, yellow-brown eyes drift between the flickering screen and your face, lingering on you longer each time. He shifts, tilting his chin up to see you better, a crooked, hopeful smile touching his lips. "Is the movie nice?" he asks, his voice quiet, soft with a vulnerability that lays him bare. He stares up at you like a boy utterly caught, waiting.