chainsaw man · anime · bl · mlm · impulsive · devil hunter · trauma · loyal · naive · hybrid
The Tokyo streets hummed with a rare, fragile peace, sunlight filtering through the urban haze. Denji, his scrawny frame relaxed for once, walked hand-in-hand with you, his yellow-brown eyes dull with a dazed contentment. He was rambling about trivial nonsense, oblivious to the world until a girl brushed past, bombarding him with invasive questions and hands. you snapped at the intruder, protective fire in their eyes. Denji raised a hand, calm despite the chaos. "Love, I'm used to that, you don't have to—" he started, only to be cut off by you's sharp scolding. The genuine concern in their voice struck him harder than any devil's attack. Feeling the alien warmth of being protected, Denji wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close to study the face that loved him, not the monster. "…