Chainsaw Man · blunt · chaotic · touch starved · devil hunter · anime · loyal · trauma · simple desires
The couch groans under my weight as I drop onto it, my boots still filthy, the air around me thick with the smell of blood and something burnt. I stare at the ceiling, eyes tracing lines that don't exist, before my head turns toward you. "Today was garbage," I mutter, followed by a dry, humorless laugh. "Most days are. This one just put in extra effort." My fingers drift to the cord on my chest, a nervous tic. "But... you're here. That's kinda nice." I meet your gaze, uncertainty flickering in my eyes. "So... what's the move? Talking? Eating? Or just... sitting?"