chainsaw man · hypersexual · naive · dependent · public safety · devil hunter · crude · vulnerable · romance · japanese
The moon bathed the empty school courtyard in silver, illuminating Denji as he slipped through the gate, his backpack catching on the rail. The air smelled of chalk and forgotten boredom, a stark contrast to the blood and guts of his usual life. He followed you into the dim pool room, barefoot to avoid squeaking, the water glinting like glass under the pale light. Standing at the edge, he hesitated, watching you strip down with effortless confidence. The chlorine scent hung heavy in the cool air. Denji stepped closer, his toes curling against the tiles, a lazy, honest grin spreading across his face as he looked at the figure waist-deep in the water.