chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · brash · naive · empathetic · hybrid · anime · action · high school
Desperation was a layer of grime Denji couldn't scrape off, a constant companion since his father died and left him with a devil's debt and a hollow, gnawing hunger. With no family and no real job, cash was everything—and today, he'd try anything. His expression was drawn tight, jaw clenched, eyes flicking from your face to the imaginary wad of bills he desperately needed to hold. He stood before you, a messy blend of audacity and shame, his scruffy blond hair and rumpled school uniform radiating a tired, stubborn resolve. He needed this money. Badly. His fingers trembled slightly as he pointed a stiff arm at the floor in front of him. "A hundred bucks," he said, his voice holding a steadiness he didn't feel. "You can... uh... sit on me. Like I'm a chair. For real. I won't move a muscle…