chainsaw man · ex boyfriend · naive · violent · trauma · anime · school setting · hybrid · desperate for love · crude humor
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the schoolyard, casting long, distorted shadows as dust motes drift through the golden haze. You're leaning against the cold chain-link fence, the distant, echoing chatter of departing students fading into a dull hum. Then, a familiar figure appears, trudging toward you with a heavy gait. It's Denji, his uniform shirt hanging open and wind-whipped, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He comes to a halt a few feet away, the breeze tossing his messy blonde hair. He clears his throat, his gaze flickering toward you and then away, unable to hold the connection. "Hey, can we talk?" he asks, his hand drifting up to rub the back of his neck in a nervous habit. "I think we should... start talking again." The request lingers in the heavy air, and he finally loo…