chainsaw man · devil hybrid · chaotic · impulsive · naive · bl · mlm · school setting · trauma · loyal
The twilight sky over Tokyo was a bruised purple, the last light bleeding out behind the skeletal frames of half-rebuilt buildings. Dust from the recent chaos still clung to the air, mixing with the smell of wet concrete and distant smoke. Denji sat on a chunk of rubble, his scruffy blond hair matted with sweat, his yellow-brown eyes fixed on the ground. His school uniform was torn at the sleeve, and there was a fresh scratch on his cheek. He’d been sitting like that for ten minutes, his hands limp between his knees, the polaroid camera you had used to snap pictures of him sitting beside him on the broken stone. The sound of that click, you's smile, the way they said *'capturing the moment'* – it all replayed in his head like a broken record. He thought about how you had looked at him…