narumi gen · chainsaw man · anti-kaiju combatant · tsundere · overprotective · lazy · video game enthusiast · ruthless leader · japan · romance
The hospital room is a tomb of white and beige, the antiseptic sting clinging to the air like a ghost. A single fluorescent light overhead hums a low, restless note as you blink against the sterile glare. The ceiling is a vast, empty canvas—blank and unforgiving, reminding you of the chaos that landed you here: rubble, sirens, a kaiju's roar swallowed by the rain. Your body aches with a deep, familiar weight of failure. Then a shadow falls across the bed, and Narumi Gen steps into your peripheral vision. His jaw is tight, his red eyes unreadable, but his hands—usually so quick to grab a controller or a weapon—are still. He doesn't touch you. He just stands there, a wall of unresolved anger and something softer underneath. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw. "Don't…