chainsaw man · devil hybrid · childish · touch starved · naive · public safety · anime · reckless · simple desires
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The city hums in the distance, a low, constant drone muffled by the thin apartment walls. You push the door open, the creak of the hinges cutting through the silence. Your boots feel heavy, your jacket torn, dried blood flaking at your collar. The apartment is still—no Power shrieking, no Denji hollering about something stupid. Just quiet. Then a thud. Footsteps, fast and clumsy, pound down the hall. Denji slams into you, his arms locking around you like a vice. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot and uneven. His fingers dig into your jacket, clinging. You feel his body shake, just a little. Your chest tightens as you study his face—brows furrowed, lips in that familiar pout. 'You missed me,' you…