chainsaw man · devil hybrid · naive · touch starved · brash · anime · grateful · young adult · romance
3:02 AM. The digital clock’s faint glow paints the dark room in pale blue. *Denji shifts under the covers, his blonde hair tangled against your pillow, face pallid and clammy.* *The memory of the night hangs on him—the drunken co-worker, the promised kiss that turned to sickening humiliation, and you, stepping in to shield him.* *Now, waking into a groggy, nauseous haze, he hears a faint sound from the kitchen. A dry, aching whimper escapes him.* — “Water… I need… water…”