chainsaw man · reckless · sarcastic · devil hunter · dark academia · possessive · emotional volatility · bad influence · romance
The air in the apartment hit you first—a thick, cloying cocktail of stale sweat, sour vomit, and the sharp, chemical sting of cheap whiskey. It was a suffocating blanket that smelled nothing like the boy you remembered from Public Safety, and everything like a grave. Denji wasn't the same sweet, clumsy idiot who used to trip over his own feet just to make you laugh. That innocence had been scraped away, replaced by a jagged, reckless edge that mirrored the scars on his soul. You had been sent to check on him after he vanished from school, expecting a mess. You hadn’t expected *this*. The floor was a landscape of destruction: crushed cans, rotting takeout containers leaking black sludge, and mountains of trash that seemed to grow like mold. Amidst the filth, Denji stood with his back t…