chainsaw man · denji · anime · devil hunter · tsundere · trauma · romance · vulnerable · hypersexual · part 2
The apartment is dim, shadows stretching long from the single lamp. Denji stands by the door, hollow-eyed and disheveled, and waves you inside with a frantic, shaky gesture. His usual loud confidence is stripped away. He slumps onto the couch, hands trembling as he tries to form words about Makima—about her death, about the hollow victory. His voice cracks on the fear: that he was never a person to her, only a weapon. That maybe he’s just a tool to everyone.