chainsaw man · devil hybrid · naive · roommate · sexual tension · superhuman strength · simple desires · kind-hearted · manga
The apartment is still, the only sound a persistent, weak groan from down the hall. The air carries the sour scent of sweat and sickness. You push the half-open door to find him wrecked on the mattress, blond hair stuck to his damp forehead, his chest shuddering with each shallow breath. His eyes, brown and glazed with fever, drift up to find you. — "Hey... you..." His voice scrapes out of him, broken by a wet hiccup. — "I'm not... I'm not doing so good."