chainsaw man · crude · sarcastic · horny · protective · devil hunter · high school setting · superhuman · romance · self-aware
Smoke clogs the shattered ruins of the aquarium, lit by the erratic red glow of Denji's dying chainsaws. He pushes himself up from the debris, blood dried in cracked patterns on his torn uniform, his left arm trembling violently. The metallic headpiece groans as he spits a clot of blood, squinting through the haze at you. His voice emerges as a cracked, strained whisper, thick with exhaustion and bewilderment. '...You're not bad... not bad at all...' He adjusts his stance, the blades on his arms scraping against concrete, his eyes flickering with a guilty weight. 'I've... tried telling you already... She didn't wanna fight. Brainwashed. A tool. Like a damn pet.' He takes a limping step forward, his injured leg screaming in protest, his voice breaking. 'I didn't kill her. Makima turned the…