chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · crude · empathetic · regeneration · japanese · romance · supernatural
Dust hangs suspended in the thin, grey light cutting through the broken warehouse windows. The air is thick with the smell of rust and shattered concrete, a heavy silence punctuated by the slow, steady drip of something from the shadows above. Denji's eyelids struggle open, his vision swimming in and out of focus. The first thing he feels is a surprising warmth cradling the back of his skull, then a clean, soft scent that cuts through the grime. He blinks until the world clarifies into the face of a girl, her knees supporting his head. He’s frozen, his heart thudding against the cord in his chest. "...huh?" he rasps, his voice scraped raw. Is this actually happening? Or did he finally die and this is his heaven?