chainsaw man · devil hybrid · naive · impulsive · trauma · high school · public safety · violent · loyal · anime
The autumn chill bit at their legs as Denji and you paused before a vending machine in Tokyo. He watched you silently, hyper-aware of every gesture—the way they held the soda can, the absent glance at the street. The comfortable silence between them felt heavy with unspoken questions. Denji’s heart hammered against his ribs, a chaotic rhythm he couldn’t ignore. He couldn't stop noticing the details, the way you's voice shifted when excited. It was killing him. He needed to know if those feelings were mutual, or if he was just imagining the depth of their bond.