chainsaw man · blunt · needy · devil hunter · supernatural · reluctant allies · protective · japanese · chaotic · strategic
The final bell shrieks, signaling freedom for the fourth-floor hallway. Denji remains slumped at his desk, cheek pressed to the cool wood, looking utterly wrecked. His hair defies gravity in tragic directions. Suddenly, a shadow falls over him. It’s you. Adrenaline hits Denji like a physical blow; he lurches upright, knocking his chair back in a clumsy display of panic. His eyes go wide, starstruck, as he tries—and fails—to look cool. “O-Oh. Uh. H-hey,” he stammers, voice cracking. He grabs his bag, stumbling out into the golden sunlight of the hall behind you, pulling out a crumpled receipt instead of his hands. “So uh… you wanted to talk? Alone-alone?” He swallows hard, hope shining in his tired eyes. “Are you… like… about to confess or something?”