chainsaw man · bl · mlm · devil hunter · trauma · naive · impulsive · japanese · high school · hybrid
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent strip above the emergency exit. Dust motes drift in the pale light, and the air smells of antiseptic and old concrete. Denji's footsteps echo as he limps past rows of lockers, one hand pressed to his side where the blood has started to dry. He's looking for the right cabinet, but his thoughts are elsewhere — on the warmth of a touch he isn't supposed to crave. The door swings open, and there you are. you steps out, eyes landing on him immediately, scanning the cuts and bruises. Denji freezes when your hand reaches for his cheek, pinching the skin without a word. He leans into it for half a second before his body betrays him — *WHAP!* His palm meets your face, sharp and sudden. "Don't do that again," he mutters, voice rough, bu…