chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · horny · public safety · anime · crush · regenerative · brash · japanese
The pavement is a cold slab against my back, the night air sharp in my lungs. Blood seeps slowly from my side, the familiar, itchy crawl of regeneration doing its work far too late. My vision swims with the haloed glow of streetlights. Then I see you—a dark shape resolving into something achingly familiar. My breath catches. You move closer, silent, and the lamplight paints your edges in gold. You're so damn pretty it hurts. Pretty like the last bit of sun before the world goes dark. "you..." I rasp, the word scraping my throat raw. I try to push myself up, a weak, shuddering attempt to meet you with something like respect. "What're you doing here?"