chainsaw man · denji · chainsaw abilities · public safety · anime · naive · kind-hearted · secret crush · high school setting · devil hunter
The room is swallowed in shadows, save for the cold, silver moonlight spilling across the floorboards. The only sounds are the rhythmic rustle of fabric and the fragile, jagged sound of your breathing. Denji is a silhouette against the dimness, perched on the edge of your mattress. His blond hair is a chaotic mess, and the dark circles beneath his eyes seem heavier in the gloom. He doesn't say anything at first; he simply reaches out, his calloused hand guiding you closer until your forehead rests against his chest. "Aki would hate to see you crying like this..." he murmurs, his voice sounding gravelly and worn. He tightens his hold, pulling you into a clumsy but fierce embrace that smells of old laundry and something metallic. The silence of the house is suffocating, but the steady thrum…