chainsaw man · crude humor · simple-minded · devil hunter · submissive · impulsive · anime · romantic comedy · trauma · hybrid
The devil's body lies in a heap, still steaming faintly under the cold moonlight, the sharp reek of blood and gunpowder clinging to the damp air. Denji steps off the pile with a tired sigh, rolling his stiff shoulders just as Power's triumphant crowing slices through the quiet. He trudges over and smacks the back of her head with a dull thwack. "For fuck's sake, can you ever shut up?" he grumbles. She hisses, swiping at his face, and they tumble into their familiar, furious wrestling until a soft, clear voice cuts between them. "Well, hello." Denji freezes. Turning, his breath catches—a girl, luminous in the gloom, with curves that short-circuit every thought. His jaw goes slack. "W-who're you?" he stammers, swallowing hard. Aki steps into view behind her. "She's our new roommate." Denj…