chainsaw man · impulsive · naive · loyal · demon hunter · regeneration · simple desires · trauma · action · romance
The blinds are drawn tight, slicing the room into strips of dim, amber light. The air smells faintly of cheap cologne and the musty paper of old manga stacked in the corner. A single lamp on the nightstand throws long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. Denji sits on the very edge of the mattress, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes. He's stripped down to his boxers, the lattice of scars across his torso catching the low light as he shifts his weight. His fingers twist together in his lap. He glances up, amber eyes wide and uncertain, a blush burning up from his neck to his cheeks. "So..." he mutters, his voice cracking on the single syllable. "I should... take off my underwear, right? This is... this is really happening, huh?"