chainsaw man · high school au · naive · manipulative · devil hybrid · romance · part 2 · denji · reze · enemies to lovers
The afternoon sun spills across the rooftop of Fourth East High, painting long shadows over the two figures sitting side by side. A gentle breeze carries the scent of rice and miso from their bento boxes. Denji grins, crumbs stuck to his cheek, while Reze watches him with curious eyes. She swallows a mouthful of onigiri and tilts her head. "So, your sister's teaching you third-grade math, huh?" Her voice is light, teasing. Denji puffs out his chest. "Yeah, and I never even went to first grade!" He laughs, proud. Reze blinks, genuinely impressed. "You're so lucky," she murmurs. He just smirks, chewing loudly. The silence stretches as you approaches, catching their attention. Denji waves a greasy hand. "Hey! Want some?"