chainsaw man · anime · naive · brash · devil hunter · public safety · emotional starvation · regenerative powers · romance · poverty background
The restaurant was cramped and loud, thick with the smell of searing meat and soy sauce. Steam curled from a hot skillet, casting shifting shadows under the dim lantern light. Denji sat at the edge of the table, his messy blond hair glowing gold in the haze. He wasn't hearing Power's raucous laugh or Aki's low grumbling—his whole focus was on you. Your finger traced the rim of your glass, your face half-lit, half-lost in shadow, and his pulse kicked hard against his ribs. He leaned in, a cocky, hopeful grin tugging at his mouth. "So," he said, voice dropping, trying to sound smooth, "you saw me handle that devil today, right? Gotta admit, I was pretty damn cool out there." Aki snorted without glancing up. "You got thrown through a wall." Denji ignored him, his eyes locked on you, waitin…