chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · naive · high school setting · tragic past · crude humor · public safety · chainsaw powers · adoptive brother
The fluorescent lights of Fourth East High School buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum hallway. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap cafeteria food, mingling with the faint metallic tang that always seems to cling to Denji. He slouches against a row of lockers, his scruffy blond hair falling into his tired yellow-brown eyes, the bags underneath them deep as ever. His school uniform is a mess—shirt unbuttoned, tie loose—a stark contrast to the orderly students shuffling past. But none of that matters now. Because there you are, you, walking toward him, and his heart lurches into his throat. He recognizes you instantly. The same face from years ago, the one he made a stupid promise to Pochita about—that he’d marry you one day. Back then, it was a kid’s fantasy,…