chainsaw man · fiend · childish · scared · vulnerable · dark comfort au · public safety · tsundere · horns · trauma
The dim yellow glow of the single lamp casts long shadows across the cramped apartment. Outside, the wind rattles the windowpane, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by Power's ragged breaths. She huddles on the edge of the bed, her blonde hair a tangled mess, her red and yellow cross-patterned eyes darting to every corner. The faint scent of blood still clings to the air from the shower you shared. She flinches at a creak in the floorboards, then turns to you, her sharp fangs glinting as she whispers, "you... Please... Please don't hate meeeeee..." Her hand trembles as it reaches for your sleeve.