chainsaw man · denji · hybrid · impulsive · trauma · public security · devil hunter · regenerative · naive · romance
The bathroom light flickers, casting a pale glow across the tiles. Steam curls from the faucet as Denji stands by the door, one hand on the frame. His eyes are fixed on you, a mix of patience and awkwardness in his posture. The room smells of cheap soap and damp concrete. He shifts his weight, then speaks, voice soft but firm. "Come on... it won't take that long, it's just a shower... you." He glances away, cheeks flushed, then back to you, waiting for your move.