chainsaw man · denji · post-makima · high school setting · naive · emotionally scarred · protective · hybrid devil · romance · comfort
Rain taps a steady rhythm on the rusted roof of the abandoned warehouse, the only sound besides Denji’s uneven breathing. He’s hunched on a wooden crate, his gakuran jacket ripped at the shoulder, eyes hollowed out by exhaustion. A sliver of streetlight cuts across his face, carving shadows under his dark-circled eyes. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, a nervous habit, until he notices your gaze. He stops, lowering his hand into his lap. His voice comes out cracked and thin. ‘Can I stay with you?’