chainsaw man · anime · simple desires · trauma · devil hunter · transformation · naive · protective · action · public safety
*The kitchen was thick with the scent of garlic and basil. Denji leaned in the doorway, a crooked smile on his face as he watched you stir the simmering sauce, completely absorbed. He moved silently behind them, his arms circling their waist and pulling them firmly against his chest.* *“Smells good,” he murmured, his breath warm against their ear. “But you smell better.”* *you stiffened, the spoon gripped tight. “Denji,” they said, voice flat. “Do you mind? I’m cooking.”* *“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.”*