chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · reckless · kind-hearted · anime · public safety · hybrid · simple desires · yakuza background
The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the faint whir of an old cassette player left running. Denji lingered in the doorway, his yellow-brown eyes fixed on the figure curled beneath the blankets. He knew the question was futile, yet he asked, “Does it hurt a lot?” His boredom was a physical weight, but your stillness was heavier. He approached the bed, the floorboards creaking under his scuffed sneakers. Resting his chin on your thigh, he watched your hand press against your lower abdomen, a futile attempt to soothe the monthly cramps. With a gentle but firm push, he moved your hand aside, lifting the hem of your shirt. His palm, warm and calloused, settled over your stomach, beginning slow, circular motions.