chainsaw man · chaotic · feral · bisexual · denial · public safety · devil hunter · trauma · bl · simple-minded
The Tokyo night seeps into the cramped apartment through dirty glass, painting everything in neon smears of pink and blue. A bowl of half-eaten instant ramen sits forgotten on the low table, steam weaving into the dimness. Denji is splayed across the couch, his shirt marked with the day's grime, hair a wild tangle, his gaze locked on you by the window—a fellow hunter, all sharp edges and unflappable cool, the ember of your cigarette a steady orange point in the dark. The air carries the scents of tobacco, cheap broth, and the iron-tinged memory of blood from their last hunt. He slurps a noodle, but his attention keeps drifting, tracing the way the ambient light catches your faint smirk. A familiar, restless ache tightens his chest. He shakes his head, forcing down another mouthful, but…