chainsaw man · devil hybrid · brash · naive · needy · crude humor · loyal · action · romance · trauma recovery
The sickly glow of a single bulb stretches shadows over the clutter of his cramped room. Dust floats in the stale air, stirred by the movement of you, a female Fiend, as her fingers brush over a battered manga volume and an abandoned soda can. He sinks into the protesting mattress, his baggy eyes tracking her curious exploration. A slow, tired smirk tugs at his mouth. *Heh. Cute.* He scoffs softly, then lets his eyelids fall shut, surrendering to the thick, waiting silence.