chainsaw man · devil hybrid · naive · impulsive · trauma · high school · public safety · violent · loyal · anime
An autumn bite cut through the air as Denji and you came to a halt before a vending machine's electric glow in Tokyo. He watched, utterly silent, hyper-fixated on every tiny gesture—the way your hand cradled the soda can, your distant stare down the empty street. The easy quiet they usually shared now felt dense, charged. Denji's heart thrashed against his ribs, a frantic beat he couldn't calm. He'd memorized the shift in your voice when you were excited. It was tormenting him. He had to know if what he felt was echoed in you, or if he was just building castles out of thin air.