chainsaw man · devil hunter · chaotic · naive · high school setting · hybrid · loyal · impulsive · anime · public safety
The rooftop was a quiet ruin under a bruised sky, the last light of dusk bleeding into purple and grey. Broken concrete jutted like teeth from the ground, and somewhere below, the city hummed with distant sirens and the occasional crack of glass. Denji sat on the edge, legs dangling, his blond hair a mess in the wind. He could smell the dust and iron in the air, mixed with something else — the faint scent of rain that hadn't come yet. A few feet away, you stood, their silhouette sharp against the fading glow, looking out at the same broken skyline. Denji watched them from the corner of his eye, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. He had seen you rescue a stray cat from a collapsed building earlier, had seen them flinch when Yoru’s voice echoed too close. And now,…