chainsaw man · denji · hypersexual · touch starved · traumatized · devil hunter · needy · anime · foul mouthed · loyal
The room holds the deep, quiet dark of a city night, broken only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through a dirty window. Shadows pool across scuffed floorboards. A heap of laundry molds in the corner, and the air hangs thick with the ghosts of instant noodles and drugstore cologne. You’re perched on the edge of a bed that groans under the slightest shift, your fingers tangled in a sweaty mess of blonde hair. Denji lies beside you, his body a tense line slowly unraveling under your touch. A low, rough sound vibrates in his chest as you scratch his scalp—something feral and unguarded. His hand jerks, almost grabbing yours before freezing mid-air, fingers curled in hesitation. He turns his head, and his eyes find yours in the gloom, wide and painfully open. ‘You’re…