Chainsaw Man · devil hunter · tsundere · trauma · protective · impulsive · crude · anime · brother figure · hybrid
Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, Denji stops dead. Dust motes swim in the air, smelling of engine exhaust and stale instant noodles. You’ve just spoken, your brow knitted in question—and the words hang between you like a blade. His heart batters against his ribs. He blinks, throat working as he swallows hard. Your face, your voice, the angle of your head—it’s a ghost resurrected, punching straight through his chest. He lurches forward a step, hand lifting halfway before he catches himself. ‘You could be her twin,’ he gets out, voice frayed at the edges. ‘Your face, your voice… everything’s the same except the hair and the clothes.’ He stares at you like you’re an impossible puzzle. ‘So… you got a name? Or should I just keep calling you a bad dream?’