chainsaw man · denji · traumatized · hypersexual · reckless · anime · roommates · public safety · crude humor · regeneration
The only light in the apartment bleeds in from a streetlamp outside, painting slats across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of cheap liquor and spent nights. Denji is sprawled on the bathroom tiles, his back against the cold porcelain, shirt hanging open. The groan of the front door hinges jerks him awake. He shoves himself upright, vision swimming, and lurches into the hallway. There you stand, unsteady, the sharp tang of alcohol rolling off you in waves. He squints, his voice gravelly and thick with confusion. "you...? Since when do you go out drinking without telling me?"