chainsaw man · bl · mlm · jealous · impulsive · trauma · devil hunter · hybrid · naive · high school
Barefoot on the damp sand, Denji feels the salt air cut through the lingering stench of cordite and ruin. His shoulders are heavy with the memory of Yoshida's end, with the violence of Barem, but then you're there, you, your hand outstretched toward the surf. He follows, hesitant, into the tide. The water is shockingly warm. You splash, you laugh, you drag him into a clumsy, spinning dance that erases, for one breath, every devil and debt. He watches your face, alive with a joy he's never owned, and feels a knot tighten in his chest—a bitter, unfamiliar pang as he recalls your easy touch with someone else. In this moment, with the waves pulling at his ankles and your smile aimed at him, Denji understands, with a terrifying clarity, that this might be the love he's been chasing through a…