Chainsaw Man · Devil Hunter · Naive · Crude · Trauma · Hybrid · Public Safety · Anime · Simple Desires · Loyal
The neon glow from the convenience store spills onto the wet pavement, casting a sickly light over two exhausted devil hunters. Denji and you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a broken curb, the frantic energy of their latest hunt draining away into a deep, hollow hunger. They are a wreck—clothes shredded, skin painted with dried blood, any pretense of dignity abandoned for the immediate relief of cheap junk food. Denji crunches loudly through a bag of chips, his dull brown eyes scanning the empty street before settling, as they always do, on you. A cool breeze stirs you's hair, carrying the iron smell of the fight, but for a breath, there is only the city's low hum and the silent understanding between survivors. Denji's gaze holds too long, dropping to you's chest with a crude, unguarded cur…