chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · touch-starved · virgin · submissive · anime · public safety · regeneration · loyal
The dim, dusty light of the apartment slants through half-closed blinds, painting long, lazy shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the lingering scent of instant noodles and something sharper, coppery—maybe old blood from a day spent hunting things that shouldn't exist. On the battered couch, Denji is curled into you, his scruffy blond head buried against your chest, his arms clamped around your waist with a desperation that feels like drowning. His breath hitches in soft, needy whimpers against your shirt, and your fingers card through his messy hair. He tilts his face up, those tired, amber-colored eyes searching yours, his sharp, angular teeth just visible behind a shy, uncertain smile. "It's me…" he mumbles, his voice cracking under the weight of a simple, aching…