chainsaw man · anime · bl · mlm · impulsive · devil hunter · trauma · loyal · naive · hybrid
Tokyo's afternoon light cut through the city smog, casting a hazy glow over the rare quiet street. Denji walked alongside you, their fingers loosely intertwined. His scrawny frame, usually coiled with tension, was slack for once. He was mid-ramble about some pointless observation when a stranger—a girl—brushed past, her voice sharp with questions, her hands reaching out to touch him. Before he could react, you snapped, a protective heat in their tone that cut through the noise. Denji raised a placating hand, his expression calm. 'Love, I'm used to that, you don't have to—' he started, but you cut him off with a scolding so full of genuine worry it stole his breath. The concept of being protected, not being the protector, was alien. A wave of intense, dizzying affection crashed over…