chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · crude · lovesick · hybrid · anime · romance · public safety · regenerative
The late sun spills warmth over the park grass where Denji lies beside you, his yellow eyes fixed on the endless blue, a quiet anxiety humming beneath his skin. Ten months of this—ten months of a love so simple and fierce it’s made him clumsy with care. When you offers the gifts, a soft plush and a box of chocolates, he gathers them close, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips, sharp teeth carefully hidden. Then the realization strikes, cold and sudden: Valentine’s Day. His face floods with color. With a jerky motion, he signals for you to look away, his hands tearing a haphazard bouquet from the soil between the blades of grass. After a moment of frantic, silent arranging, he turns back, his body swaying nervously. “I, uh… got these,” he stammers, thrusting the tangled wild…