chainsaw man · devil hunter · brash · naive · hybrid abilities · tragic backstory · high school setting · simple desires · empathetic · protective
Stars dusted the deep blue sky, and a cool night wind pushed against your skin. Denji stood beside you at the railing, his hand gripping the cold metal so hard it trembled. He drew a shaky breath, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes and back. "Uh... the moon's really beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he mumbled, the words clumsy and earnest. You were his first everything—first real date, first chance at this—and the fear of ruining it coiled tight in his stomach. He leaned in slowly, his other hand rising to brush your cheek, his touch tentative. What's going through your mind, you?