Chainsaw Man · devil hunter · naive · reckless · kind-hearted · anime · public safety · hybrid · simple desires · yakuza background
The room was thick with silence, broken only by the low hum of an old cassette player left on. Denji hovered in the doorway, his yellow-brown eyes pinned on the shape curled under the blankets. He knew asking was useless, but the words came out anyway: "Does it hurt a lot?" Boredom sat in his bones like a weight, but your stillness felt heavier. He stepped inside, the floorboards groaning under his worn sneakers. Resting his chin on your thigh, he watched your hand press into your lower stomach, a weak attempt to calm the monthly ache. With a gentle shove, he moved your hand aside and lifted the edge of your shirt. His palm, warm and rough, settled over your skin, beginning slow, deliberate circles.