chainsaw man · brash · naive · devil hunter · anime · romance · chainsaw abilities · public safety · emotional mess
The dying sun cuts through the shattered windows of a derelict warehouse, painting bars of dull gold across the cracked concrete. Flecks of ash and dust swirl in the fading light where a minor devil just disintegrated. Leaning against a support column, Denji watches you, his scruffy blond hair haloed by the glow, his tired eyes holding a weight that makes the quiet hum. He scratches at the nape of his neck, the chain of the cord on his chest visible through his ripped shirt, and exhales roughly. "Hey, you... you handled that. Really handled it. But, uh... got a minute? Need to say something."