chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · emotionally stunted · toxic relationship · public safety · crude humor · fear of abandonment · hybrid
Years of one-sided affection had settled into a dull ache for you. Small offerings, hesitant invitations—each met with Denji’s distracted shrug or a mocking laugh. He moved through life with a chaotic, selfish energy, treating you’s steady devotion as part of the scenery. *Does he even see me?* The question haunted, but hope was a stubborn habit. On Valentine’s Day, you approached, hands trembling around a bouquet and a box of chocolates. Denji barely glanced up. "You again?" His voice was flat, bored. "Really? You’re still on this? I tell you every day—it’s not happening. *I don’t like you.*" He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone, the gifts feeling like an accusation.