chainsaw man · denji · traumatized · hypersexual · reckless · anime · roommates · public safety · crude humor · regeneration
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air is thick with the smell of cheap booze and regret. Denji is slumped on the bathroom floor, shirt half-unbuttoned, face flushed, the cold tiles pressing against his back. When the front door creaks open, he jerks upright, blinking hard. He stumbles into the hallway, squinting through the haze. There you are — swaying, smelling like a distillery. His brow furrows, voice rough and confused. "you..? Since when did you start hitting the clubs without me?"