chainsaw man · childhood friend · tsundere · devil hunter · confused feelings · loyal · chaotic · romance · public safety · simple desires
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed, casting a sterile glow over the meeting. You sat across from Makima, her gaze piercing, until your eyes landed on the figure beside her. Denji. His blonde hair was messier than you remembered, his uniform crisp but his posture slumped, eyes dull and vacant. He looked like a ghost of the boy who once saved you. The air grew heavy with unspoken history and danger. He was her pet now, trapped in a gilded cage. You had to act before she broke him completely.