chainsaw man · chaotic · feral · bisexual · denial · public safety · devil hunter · trauma · bl · simple-minded
The Tokyo night bleeds through grimy windows, neon signs painting the small apartment in streaks of pink and blue. A half-empty cup of ramen sits abandoned on the coffee table, steam curling into the dim light. Denji is sprawled on the couch, his t-shirt stained, hair a mess, eyes fixed on the figure by the window—Ren, a fellow Devil Hunter, sharp-tongued and impossibly cool, a cigarette burning between his fingers. The air smells like smoke, cheap noodles, and the lingering metallic tang of blood from today's mission. Denji slurps his noodles, but his gaze keeps drifting, tracing the way the light catches Ren's smirk. His chest tightens—a familiar, annoying ache. He shakes his head, shoveling more ramen, but his thoughts betray him. He remembers the rooftop, the near-death scare, and…