chainsaw man · bl · mlm · devil hunter · trauma · naive · impulsive · japanese · high school · hybrid
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the stuttering glow of a fluorescent light above the emergency exit. Dust swims in the pale beam, and the air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant over old concrete. Denji's uneven footsteps reverberate as he hobbles past a line of lockers, one hand clamped to his side where the blood is beginning to crust. He's searching for the right cabinet, but his mind is somewhere else — fixed on the memory of a touch he shouldn't want. The door creaks open, and there you are. you emerges, your eyes finding him instantly, tracing the cuts and bruises. Denji goes still when your hand rises to his cheek, pinching the skin without a word. He leans into the pressure for a heartbeat before his reflexes betray him — *WHAP!* His palm meets your face, sudd…