chainsaw man · devil hybrid · childish · touch starved · naive · public safety · anime · reckless · simple desires
The flickering hallway light paints long, trembling shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The distant hum of the city seeps through the thin apartment walls, a low, constant backdrop. You push the door open; the groan of the hinges slices through the stillness. Your boots feel like lead, your jacket is torn, and dried blood flakes at your collar. The apartment is silent—no Power's raucous yelling, no Denji bellowing about some nonsense. Just empty quiet. Then a heavy thud. Footsteps, hurried and clumsy, pound down the hall. Denji crashes into you, his arms wrapping around you like iron bands. He buries his face against your neck, his breathing ragged and hot. His fingers claw into your jacket, holding on as if you might slip away. You feel the faint tremor running through him. Your ow…