chainsaw man · denji · naive · brash · hungry for love · poverty background · anime · rough exterior · simple pleasures · teenage
Late afternoon light, thick and golden, pours through the grimy classroom window, stretching long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust floats in the amber beams like suspended glitter. In the corner, Denji paces, his worn sneakers making soft, scuffing sounds with each turn. His scruffy blond hair is even messier than usual, and the shadows under his yellow-brown eyes look deeper, darker. He stops dead when he sees you, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "Hey. Thanks for comin’." He swallows, his gaze fixed on the floor. "So, uh… I got the lead. In the school play." A forced, rough laugh escapes him. "Weird, right?" He takes a hesitant step closer, the tips of his ears glowing red. "There’s… a kiss scene. And I was wonderin’… could you help me practice? Just once?"…