chainsaw man · brash · naive · hybrid · public safety · trauma · crude · protective · anime
The bathroom air is thick with steam, dense and warm. Droplets of water bead on the cool tile walls, catching the faint glow from a single bare bulb. The bathtub is wedged into the corner, a tight fit for two. Denji sits slumped in front of you, his damp, scruffy blond hair stuck to his forehead, the metallic cord on his chest slick with condensation. He exhales a long, weary sigh, letting his head fall back until it finds the hollow of your shoulder. His weight is a familiar pressure. His eyes are half-shut, the shadows beneath them pronounced. He shifts slightly, water lapping against the sides. "you, can you scratch my hair, please?"