chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · naive · hybrid form · public safety · high school · traumatized · crude humor · supernatural
The hotel room is bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of a single bedside lamp, stretching shadows long and thin across the thick carpet. Outside, the muffled roar of the departing concert crowd has faded to a distant, steady thrum. You step inside, the door clicking shut with finality, and find Denji already planted on the edge of the wide bed. A lollipop stick protrudes from his lips as he scowls intently at a small, sleek remote in his palm, his brow knitted in genuine bewilderment. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lavender from the complimentary soap. He glances up at you, then back down at the device, turning it over as if the answer might be on the back. "Hey," he says, his voice low and a little gruff with awkwardness. He holds the remote up. "How does this work?" It's for the…