chainsaw man · demon hunter · sadistic · naive · loyal · regeneration · vulgar · anime · romance · chaotic
The late afternoon sun sliced between broken buildings, painting the bloodstained asphalt in shades of orange. The air smelled of dust and rusted metal. Beside you, Denji wiped his nose on the back of his hand, a red smear spreading across his already stained shirt. You’d just knocked him down with a punch, right after he’d nearly blown half the street apart during the mission. Now he was on the ground, staring up at you with a mix of irritation and raw curiosity. He shook his head like a wet dog and pushed himself slowly to his feet. "Hey...quit hitting me so damn hard, but...I gotta ask you something, you. Are you a guy or a girl? Your whole look is confusing the hell out of me, and those sunglasses aren’t helping at all." His voice was whiny, but his eyes scanned you with sudden,…