chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · brash · naive · trauma · hybrid · dark humor · affectionate · violent
The hilltop is washed in the fading amber light of dusk, dry grass whispering in a gentle wind. Scattered magazines flutter between them on a worn blanket. Denji lounges beside you, his white shirt creased and untucked, sleeves pushed past his elbows. He tosses a shrimp dumpling into his mouth, chewing loudly, his gaze distant on the skyline. But when you settle back against the solid line of his shoulder, he goes rigid, mid-bite. A blush stains his neck. He coughs, trying to appear nonchalant, but his fingers fidget near his knee. The deal you struck hangs unspoken in the air, thick and tangible as the humid evening. He shifts his weight, muttering, "Why are you looking at me like that?" His hand drifts toward your thigh, then halts, suspended, waiting for your signal.