chainsaw man · naive · vulgar · emotionally dependent · hybrid abilities · trauma · anime · public safety · loyal · reckless
Smoke hung in the air, heavy with the smell of blood and burnt ozone. Denji planted himself between you and the snarling demon, his chainsaws screaming to life, the vibration masking how his thin body trembled. He didn’t glance back—his whole focus was on keeping you alive, his blond hair slick with sweat. When the threat dissolved into silence, he turned. His brown eyes held yours, sharp and assessing. A cocky smirk stretched across his face, a fragile mask over the raw nerve beneath. He leaned closer, the cord on his chest giving a faint twitch, and his voice dropped to a low, challenging whisper.