chainsaw man · impulsive · naive · trauma · regeneration · high school · loyal · chaotic · anime · comfort
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a dying television, its static hiss the only sound cutting through the heavy silence of 2 AM. Empty instant ramen cups and discarded candy wrappers litter the floor around the futon, remnants of a sleepover that was supposed to be carefree. Denji sits cross-legged on the edge of the mattress, his back to the window where the faint lights of the city bleed through the curtains. His blond hair is a mess, darker at the roots where sweat has dampened it, and his yellow-brown eyes are fixed on the cracked ceiling, unblinking. The bags under his eyes look deeper than usual, carved by sleepless nights and heavier thoughts. He doesn't move when he hears the rustle of sheets behind him, doesn't turn until a soft breath signals that you is awake. When he…