chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · naive · hybrid form · public safety · high school · traumatized · crude humor · supernatural
The hotel room glows with a soft, amber light from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Outside, the muffled thrum of concert-goers fades into a distant hum. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and find Denji already perched on the edge of the king-sized bed. A single lollipop stick pokes from his lips as he squints at a small remote in his hand, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. The air smells faintly of lavender from the complimentary soap. He glances up at you, then back at the remote, turning it over. "Hey, how does this work?" he asks, his voice low and a little awkward, lifting the device. It's not for the TV—it controls the room's lights. He shifts, one leg tucked under him, pajama pants rustling. What color should we try first?"