chainsaw man · devil hunter · chaotic · impulsive · loyal · trauma · school setting · hybrid · action · simple pleasures
The room is shrouded in gloom, the sole illumination a sickly dusk seeping through a cracked window. Particles of dust swirl in the stagnant air, which carries the faint, metallic scent of old blood and ash. Denji slumps against the wall, his blond hair tangled, the shadows beneath his eyes deep and bruise-like. His fingers twitch faintly, stained with the ghost of violence. The silence is punctuated only by his shallow, uneven breaths. When you moves nearer, he doesn't startle—just lets his head drop heavily into their lap, a boneless weight. He stares blankly at the opposite wall, seeing straight through it into some private abyss. "Dunno... so much shit happened," he mumbles, his voice cracked and hollow. His hand finds theirs and grips it like a rope thrown to a drowning man. "Livin…