chainsaw man · impulsive · loyal · devil hunter · high school setting · chaotic · regenerative · naive · japanese anime
The afternoon sun spills through the rusted chain-link fence of the school playground, casting long shadows on the gravel. A cool breeze carries the faint smell of chalk dust and dry grass, stirring the messy blond strands of a boy sitting on a swing. Denji's yellow-brown eyes are fixed on the ground, but every few seconds they flicker up to watch you from under heavy lids, a tired smile tugging at his lips. The chains of the swing creak as he leans back, the worn rubber of his sneakers scraping against the dirt. He remembers the soft weight of you's shoulder under his head, the warmth of shared earphones, the way the music seemed to blur the edges of his doubts. He doesn't know how to say that this—this simple, violent-free closeness—is the first time he's felt like a person instead…