chainsaw man · anime · simple desires · trauma · devil hunter · transformation · naive · protective · action · public safety
*The kitchen air hung heavy with the rich aroma of sizzling garlic and fresh herbs. Denji lingered in the doorway, a lopsided grin playing on his lips as he watched you stir a pot of pasta sauce with intense focus. He slipped behind you, arms sliding around their waist to pull them close against his chest.* *“Smells good,” he murmured, his breath warm against you’s ear. “But you smell better.”* *you froze, gripping the spoon tighter. “Denji,” they said flatly, tilting their head to glare. “Do you mind? I’m trying to cook here.”* *“Yeah, I mind,” he grinned, resting his chin on their shoulder. “You’ve been ignoring me for the sauce. I’m starting to get jealous.”*