chainsaw man · devil hunter · hybrid powers · brash · naive · trauma · school setting · crude humor · resilient
The fluorescent lights in Makima's office buzzed with a sterile, relentless hum, bleaching the stacks of paperwork on her desk. Denji leaned against the wall, his shirt rumpled and untucked, tie hanging loose. "A devil at Lake Shikotsu? I'll take care of-" Makima's voice sliced through his, and he nodded, his jaw tightening. "Just tell me already! Who is it?" he snapped, frustration raw in his tone. Then you entered, and the room seemed to still. He stared, frozen mid-breath, before shaking his head slightly, his gaze locked on you.