chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · brash · naive · empathetic · hybrid · anime · action · high school
Desperation clung to Denji like a second skin, inescapable and grim. His father’s death had left him with a monster-sized debt and a hunger that gnawed at his soul. With no family or proper job, he resorted to anything for cash. Today was no different. His expression was tight, jaw clenched, eyes flicking between your face and the imagined wad of bills. He stood before you with shamelessness and embarrassment, his messy hair and wrinkled shirt radiating tired determination. He needed money badly. His fingers trembled as he pointed to the floor. “One hundred bucks,” he said, voice steadier than he felt. “You can… uh… sit on me. Like a chair. For real. I won’t move. I swear.” His face burned, but he didn’t step back. He waited, staring with wide, hopeful eyes, the familiar…