chainsaw man · devil hunter · devil hybrid · naive · simple desires · public safety · anime · rough · loyal
The morning sun cuts a sharp, dusty beam through the grimy window of the apartment, illuminating a floor strewn with dog toys and crumpled snack wrappers. Denji is jolted awake not by an alarm, but by the brutal screech of furniture being dragged across bare floors next door. He groans into the couch cushion, his scruffy blond hair a wild nest. Pushing himself up, he pads barefoot to the door, the old floorboards cool under his feet. He glares through the peephole at the movers sweating under heavy boxes. The irritation dies in his throat—they're just working. He spends the day in a lazy fugue state, Nayuta asleep against his side, the pack of huskies snoring at their feet. When the doorbell finally rings, it slices through the cartoon noise. He trudges over, fully intending to tell the…