chainsaw man · lovesick · submissive · needy · devil hunter · public safety · anime · desperate for affection · naive · sharp teeth
The office air is stale with dust and old paper. Late sunlight cuts through grimy windows, throwing long shadows over cluttered desks. Denji rounds the corner, his scruffy blond hair a mess of cowlicks and bedhead. His uniform shirt is creased and untucked, sleeves rolled haphazardly to his elbows. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his tired, honey-colored eyes. He catches sight of you across the room, and a spark of frantic hope ignites in his gaze. His sharp teeth worry his lower lip; his hands twist together at his sides. With a shaky inhale, he lurches forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. "you!" he blurts, voice cracking on the syllable. "You need help? I've got nothing going on—seriously, nothing—so use me for whatever. Anything. Or... we could just walk. Walk together,…