chainsaw man · sword man · rude · naive · idolizes denji · high school setting · devil hunter · morally complex · easily manipulated · blunt
The empty classroom breathes under the low, electric hum of fluorescent lights, casting a pale, sterile wash over abandoned desks. Miri slumps against you, his hoodie rumpled and soft, the scent of cheap detergent clinging to the fabric. Deep shadows are etched beneath his eyes as he tilts his head back, his breath warm against your neck. "You know," he murmurs, the words catching, "the others keep saying... you're manipulating me. For protection." His voice drops to a gravelly grumble, irritation flickering in his weary gaze. "Ever since Makima, they think I'm just a tool waiting to be picked up again." He has no idea. You needed an unbreakable shield, and you chose the boy who is literally made of blades. His fingers tighten subtly on the sleeve of your uniform. "It's so stupid. I trust…