Denji Csm - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Happy Asexual Week! In celebration I drew these stinkers who are all asexual and it’s 100% true and totally canon they all told me themselves
DENJI who knows from the moment that he laid eyes on you that he wanted to be yours. He didn’t want you to be his, oh no, that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to be at your every beck and call — any time that you needed something, he wanted to be the one that you turned to.
He doesn’t care how simple the task or how stupid the question, he just wants you to look for him. He wants your eyes to fall on him and for your hand to extend in his direction. He wants to be the one you look for in a crowd, he wants to be the one who carries your shopping bags, he wants to be the one who lays his jacket down on every single puddle. He wants you to call him ‘yours’.
“Shit,” you murmur, placing your hands on your hips and glaring up at the offending pack of chips — which sits on a shelf just barely out of your reach.
Huffing, you push yourself onto your tiptoe, hand extended towards your desired snack. As if to taunt you, the tips of your fingers brush against the outside of the chip bag.
Just as you give up, a familiar orange-haired boy slides into the kitchen, lips pulled back in that adorable fanged smile. “Oh, hey (Y/N)!”
You turn, nearly losing your balance as you glance at Denji, who only smiles in response. His eyes flicker between you and the too-high shelf that prevents you from enjoying a mid-afternoon snack.
“Hey Denji,” you reply, smiling at him as you turn away from the open cabinet.
Denji notices your flickering gaze, following it and humming at the bag of chips in the cabinet. He smiles, then returning his focus to you.
Without saying a word, Denji steps past you, his shoulder brushing affectionately against your own as he easily plucks the bag of chips from the shelf. He offers it to you, heart warming at your immediate smile.
“Thanks Denji!” you bubble happily, hugging around his arm and placing a thankful kiss against his cheek.
He smiles, practically purring at the affection.
DENJI who greets you as if you had been separated for years. The moment that patrol ends and he’s able to return to Aki’s apartment — where he knows you’ll be — he’s sprinting with a speed that not even he knew that he possessed. He doesn’t care to see if Power is behind him, his sole focus being the fact that he was returning home to you.
The moment that he steps through the door, Denji’s eyes are darting around the apartment for you. He accidentally slams the door in Power’s face, beelining for you in the living room and promptly hugging you like he was your husband returning home from war.
“Denji—!” Power’s voice is cut off by the slamming of the apartment door, her angered groan falling on deaf ears as Denji excitedly enters the apartment.
He looks around quickly, heart pounding in his ears as his eyes search for you — finding you in the kitchen snacking on the leftovers from the dinner that Aki had made the previous night. He beelines for you, arms locking around your waist and the entirety of his body weight pushing against your own.
“Denji!” you exclaim, wobbling on your feet and nearly choking on the forkful of food that you had been ingesting. He ignores you, burying his head into the junction that connects your collarbone and shoulder, lightly biting down and smiling as you yelp again. You can feel the curl of his smile against your skin, and suddenly you weren’t as angry with him.
“Missed you,” he murmurs, voice muffled from where his face is pressed impossibly closer against you, his nose practically inhaling your scent and committing it to the deepest depths of his memory.
You smile to yourself, lifting a hand and threading your fingers into Denji’s hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp. He curls further into you — if that was even possible — placing a chaste kiss against your neck (as if he hadn’t just bitten you there).
“Yeah,” you agree, leaning back into his arms and allowing your eyes to momentarily close, “I missed you too.”
DENJI who treats you as his own personal pillow and may (WILL) suffocate you when it’s time to go to sleep. He can’t help it! He hugs you to his chest just as you’re both dozing off, your head tucked comfortably underneath his chin with your own arms wound loosely around his midsection. His nose is buried in your hair, inhaling that oh-so-familiar scent of your shampoo — it was so distinctly you.
But somehow, in the ungodly hours of the morning, you’re suddenly confused as to why it’s so hard to breathe. Denji, somehow, had rolled completely on top of you. His nose is buried into the crook of your neck, mouth hanging open as loud — and borderline obnoxious — snores fill the otherwise quiet bedroom. His arms are still locked around you like iron, but this time, you genuinely don’t know if they’re going to be the weapons that kill you.
Your eyes shoot open at the terrifying feeling of not being able to breathe, widened irises flickering around the room until you’re suddenly aware of why you can’t breathe—
“Denji,” you whisper urgently, desperately shaking the figure that lays on top of you. You can feel the warmth of his breath fanning out over the skin of your neck. He mumbles something incoherent, only snuggling further into you and pressing more of his weight down onto you.
In any other situation, you would have ‘awed’ at him and lovingly pinched his cheek.
But right now you were a little more focused on remaining conscious.
“Denji,” you say again, louder this time. You try your hardest to shove him off of you, but even in sleep, he fights against you, wanting to practically be melded to you. He grumbles sleepily, and you could only pray that he chokes on his own spit so that he would wake up.
Your hands brace against his side, trying one last time to push him off of you. Denji’s nose scrunches adorably, a snore getting caught in his throat as his grip tightens impossibly further over you. You groan lightly, sighing through your nose.
“Denji, come on,” you murmur, screwing your eyes shut and giving Denji’s limp body one more shove. Denji grunts, finally opening his eyes and turning to you with a tired glint to his eyes, sleepily blinking at you.
“Wha—?” Denji hums, smacking his lips together and blinking away the last bits of exhaustion from his eyes. He rolls off of you, resulting in you greedily inhaling. Denji only stares curiously at you, now wide awake and wondering why you were breathing so heavily.
“You were squishing me,” you say simply, sitting up and glancing at Denji, who is quick to sit up beside you. He pouts, jutting out his bottom lip as he stares at you, guilt swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay, you do it every night.”
“I do?!”
DENJI who always has to have a hand on you when you’re out and about — even if it’s while the two of you are paired together for patrol. Most of the time, Denji’s fingers are locked together with your own, his thumb sometimes brushing over the backs of your knuckles (mainly because Aki mentioned ONCE that it was a romantic gesture). It’s sweet…when you’re not working obviously.
Standing in line results in the both of you receiving glances from those that surround you, some of them looks of jealousy, but the majority of them are those disgusted glances usually thrown at the PDA obsessed couples in amusement park lines. Does Denji care about those glances? Oh, absolutely not, he could care so much less. He loves you! So why would he sit back and not show you that he absolutely loves and adores you?
“Hey Denji? I can’t really fight this Devil with one hand,” you comment offhandedly, glancing down at Denji’s fingers that were so tightly interlocked with your own — you honestly don’t know if he has any plans of genuinely letting go. He glances down at the Devil in question, acknowledging its existence before turning with a lovesick smile back to you.
“I’m sure you can,” he responds, figurative tail wagging as you roll your eyes. You squeeze his fingers three times, a silent way of you saying ‘I love you” — a little something that you had both established somewhere near the beginning of your relationship. Denji’s smile impossibly widens, his fingers returning your affectionate squeeze.
“Two seconds, count it,” you say with a smile, leaning forward on the tips of your toes and pressing a fleeting kiss to Denji’s cheek. He all but purrs at you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before he (reluctantly) lets you deal with the Devil that you had been sent out to exterminate.
DENJI who texts you so many times throughout the day that you have to silence your phone at the beginning of your shifts at work. Otherwise your phone would be buzzing every three seconds with a new message from Denji, be it a random selfie of him and Power or a pinecone that he claims “looks like you!” Sometimes his messages don’t even make sense, but that can be blamed on Denji’s inability to type properly — considering that he had never had a cell phone before.
Snuck between those fun messages are genuine heartfelt texts that make your heart melt when you scroll back to reread them. Every morning the first message that pings on your phone is from Denji, telling you to make sure that you eat something and that he would see you later on patrol. And the last message that you see every night is Denji telling you sweet dreams and that he would see you in the morning.
“Is that your phone again?” Aki asks with a raise of his eyebrow, taking a drag of the cigarette between his lips before blowing the smoke out in a small gray cloud in front of him. You pause, tilting your head before becoming aware of the constant vibration against your thigh.
You dip your fingers into your pocket, taking out your cellphone and looking down at the 34 messages sent to you by Denji. You bite back the smile that threatens to curl the corner of your lips upward, scrolling through the various texts of ‘Miss you!’ and ‘Tell Aki that we’re out of cereal’.
“Sorry, it’s Denji,” you murmur, remembering that you and Aki were currently on patrol, “I’ll silence it.”
Aki nods, flicking away his cigarette and turning away from you. You heart a few of Denji’s messages, smiling down at the illuminated screen before silencing your phone and jogging to keep up with Aki.
DENJI who enjoys having late night conversations with you — talking about whatever it is that you want. Sometimes you both have deep conversations with one another, revealing parts of your past and in turn learning a little bit more about Denji. Or sometimes you have silly ‘what if’ conversations, where you’ve learned that, yes, Denji would love you if you were a worm, Denji would be able to identify your pussy in a room full of others, and Denji would happily lay over a puddle so that your shoes wouldn’t get wet.
He likes to ramble, he likes to get stuck on one topic and just pour his heart out about whatever it may be. Denji also just loves the sound of your voice, listening to you ramble about topics that you’re passionate about or listening to stories from your childhood. He’ll keep his eyes on you the entire time that you’re speaking, his chin leaned into the palm of his hand as you continue speaking. If you quiet down for even a second, he prompts you to continue with a chipper “And then what happened?”
“You tired?” Denji asks, eyes fixed on the ceiling and watching as the small fan spins in seemingly endless circles, giving the room a small breeze that momentarily cancels out the warmth that radiates from the outside.
You shake your head, hair tickling Denji’s shoulder. Your leg is hiked up over his own with your arms wound loosely over his midsection. “No, not really,” you murmur, suddenly aware of just how awake you truly are.
It was odd, considering that patrol lasted much longer today and Makima had quite a few words to say to you and Denji before you left the offices for the day. You thought that by the time you had finished up dinner with Aki that you would be completely exhausted — and yet you weren’t.
“What was your life before being a Devil Hunter like?” Denji asks, rubbing a thumb up and down your side. You hum, closing your eyes for a moment and simply remembering; remembering blurry figures of people that you may or may not have loved and muddled memories of a time that you may or may not have enjoyed.
“I dunno actually, I don’t really remember it,” you reply with a small shrug, shuffling your body closer to Denji’s and letting out a sigh, your breath fanning over his neck. He ignores the shiver that crawls up his spine at the sensation, momentarily tightening his arms around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.
“Well…what do you remember?” Denji inquires. You smile to yourself, knowing what it was that Denji wanted — he just wanted to hear you talk. Humming to yourself, you tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to the underside of Denji’s jaw.
“There is one thing, I had a best friend growing up,” you begin, squeezing Denji’s waist and smiling as he returns it, excitedly listening and waiting for you to tell him the tale from your childhood.
DENJI who just loves and adores you more than anything. The moment that he becomes yours, the moment that you become his, he’s completely devoted to you and to you only. To him, you’re the one person that’s worth sticking around for, the one person worth protecting from Devils. In a way, Denji is just glad to have someone that doesn’t look at him like he’s a freak — as he’s used to eyes widening in disgust and lips curling back to spit out venomous insults.
But then Denji met you; you with the warmth in your eyes and the glitter to your smile. You with the kind words and tight hugs that were warmer than any summer’s day. You with the kisses that managed to steal his breath every single time and you with the ability to make the gloomiest days bright.
Denji is so happy to have you in his life, and every day he manages to convey that love and adoration to you. And the moment that you reciprocate it, Denji falls harder and harder.
My first time writing for Chainsaw Man and Denji, go easy on me.
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I love making Nayuta the homophobic dog
Do you have Asa or any part 2 character's headcanons?
I loooooove the part 2 gang, and I've posted a bunch of hcs for them on Twitter a month ago! I'll copy and paste it all here
Warning, it's mostly Yoshida because my god I'm insane about him and I apologize
-Octopi are intelligent creatures so Yoshida's contract with the octopus devil is for him to get good grades because it doesnt want to work with a dumb human
-Yoshida ONLY drinks iced coffee, he can tolerate room temp but never hot
-Yoshida really likes cold food in general
-As a kid, Asa knew running while holding scissors is bad so she never did it because she knew she'd trip with them, but in grade school she probably tripped and got hurt anyway from a nearby classmate holding scissors
-Yoshida likes lemon lime sodas because I like lemon lime sodas no other reason it's just true
-Nayuta is a selective mute, but she and Denji click so well that he immediately knows if she needs anything even if she doesnt say or sign anything
-As reckless as he is sometimes, Denji is still very good at taking care of Nayuta, he learned a lot from Aki and from taking care of all the dogs. THIS I'm quite sure is basically canon, even just from the small glimpse of them together in ch97
-If CSM took place in modern times, Yoru is SHIT at video games and Asa is average (hi, not part of the original twt thread, I just remembered that csm doesn't take place THAT long ago and that Denji and Power literally bought a video game console with... Aki's money... So yeah the modern times part was a little dumb of me, but it still applies to some of the hcs ahead)
-Denji spams buttons in fighting games and Yoshida has combos memorized, but somehow he still loses to Denji sometimes
-Yuko is better than all of them and is probably a speedrunning champion
-If all four (five w yoru) of them played games together, Denji and Asa would be at each other's throats while Yoshida and Yuko silently keep playing and win in the end
-Yoru:"I WANT TO KEEP PLAYING!"
Asa:"YORU IT'S BEEN HOURS, IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY ALREADY"
-Remember the doom & acnh thing back then? Yeah Yoru is the one buying acnh and Yuko is the one buying doom
-Yoshida is a rhythm gamer and has spent hundreds of hours on his favs, BUT HE REFUSES TO TRY OSU.
-Denji unironically likes cbat
-Yuko would secretly be one of those popular vocaloid producers that make songs with really dark themes
-Asa listens to her songs a lot without knowing it's Yuko
-Oopsie I just made a fanfic prompt by accident lol feel free to steal the idea
That's the original thread! Here's a couple more hcs I have though, mostly just lgbtq hcs:
-Yuko is nonbinary (in the same way she can't understand people, she can't understand gender roles and all that dumb shit cishets push)
-Related to that last part, Yuko is autistic! It was genuinely my first thought when I read the "I don't understand people" line in 105, I love her so dearly (also I'm also a nonbinary autistic so I'm projecting a little)
-Yoshida is gay and grey aromantic (grayromantic?? Forgot the term) (Also projecting except I'm bi instead of gay, u can tell I love projecting onto my scrimblos)
-Yukoasa are bi4les! Asa is bi but is sapphic leaning after the interaction that is ch104 JSJSKFJDJ she really thought man, men aren't worth it and just visited yuko
-Asa is transfem!! Idk I just saw the flashbacks she had and how she had short hair at one point and I was like hmm and my transfem moots agreed (That post blew up a little actually and some people genuinely thought I was weird or that I was stereotyping cause of the short hair, so I don't talk about this hc that often. I genuinely would've headcanoned her as transfem before I even saw the short hair though, I love hitting csm characters with the transification beam.)
-Speaking of, Yoshida is transmasc! He's a reincarnation of Togata from Fire Punch that was able to successfully transition (socially at least), and he binds! This is one of my fav hcs cause god I love Togata and Yoshida's eerieness in part 1 is really EXTREMELY similar to Togata, and they both have really similar features like black eyes and hair, the fringe between their eyes, the mole under their lip, AND THE WAY THEY SMILE??? I genuinely no joke think Yoshida was meant to be a nod to Togata back when Fujimoto drew him in part 1
-Back to the videogames thing, Asa would be 1st in Mario Kart then fuck up last minute right before she reaches the finish line, and she ends up in last place. My girl trips at the worst time even in video games 💀
Okaaaay brain empty now, hope you enjoyed all these hcs!!
any beam hcs i lovehim 🥹so much
I don't have much for Beam so far actually, so I'll make shit up rn LMAODSFK - Denji: Hey Beam, do you eat fish food pellets or Aki: Denji what the hell you're not supposed to ask stuff like th- Beam: I LOVE FISH FOOD!! FISH FOOD AMAZING!!! FISH FOOD DELICIOUS!! LORD CHAINSAW LET'S EAT FISH FOOD TOGETHER!!!!! Aki: -(Beam proceeds to eat handfuls of fish food.) -Yknow how Beam just swims in the floor next to Denji sometimes? I'd like to imagine that someone tripped over his fin by accident and he feels so bad about it after and blames himself
-Beam with top surgery scars.
-Beam and Yoshida would get along over their appreciation for Denji/CSM, that or ocean animals cause yea, shark and octopus
-Beam has tried to backhug Denji while the latter was leaning on a wall; it ended with a punch in the face but a very happy Beam cause he got to hug Denji -Not really a hc, it's an au, but YoshiBeamJi au where Beam is just a regular human that really likes sharks, and he works at an aquarium with Yoshida who manages the octopus section. Denji visits once and both of them are like GODDAMN I WONT HIM so when Denji visits their respective areas they both try to show off with fun facts about their animals -Denji leaves confused about his newfound bisexuality -Beam and Yoshida are really close friends here, like, really close friends, to he point where they're oblivious that they do stuff friends don't normally do (yeah Yoshida kisses his homies goodnight, what about it)(he does forget to say no homo though so) Here's some bonus human Beam doodles I did a while back!
Various Nayuta doodles
been doodling some of my favorite funny little guys as warmups recently
☆ CSM characters pining for you
⋆ Aki, Denji, and Kishibe pining for you hard ⋆ INFO... reader's gender isn't clear (I think), mutual pining, not proofread, might be ooc. ⋆ original request
⋆ AKI HAYAKAWA
With Aki pining for you, it was difficult on him. He was more closed off to you than to others. Everything around him reminded him of you—even a small scent that smelled like you would warp his mind into images of you. Everything was about you in his mind, even if he didn’t want it to be like that. He knew that with this line of work, he wouldn’t be here for long, and the same was true for you. So why would he put you or him through that pain? Knowing there's a possibility of that one mission going bad and either of you not returning to each other. He always longed for you and wanted to live a normal life with you—to have you in his arms. Yet he knew that with this stupid and dangerous job, he couldn’t. Although he couldn't distance himself from you, he tried. He tried his best to get away from you to get over his feelings. He couldn't, though; you both were partners, and if either of you started to drift away, you’d come back to each other like strong magnets.
It was evident that you both were strongly pining for each other; it was as clear as day in both of your actions. You both tried so, so, so hard to avoid each other as if you were the bubonic plague. Scared to get close to the point where there was no return, scared that if you got the tiniest bit close, that bond would get ripped from your hands due to some dirty devil.
You both knew there was no way to have each other in this line of work. You knew it, he knew it, and you both hated it. You longed for each other; glares lasting a bit too long, a mind filled with images of each other, and things as reminders of both of you made it so painfully obvious. You could have each other, yet there would be so much pain and suffocating agony with that.
That pain would be added to a hill of past aches, making that hill crumble with the suffrage of each other.
⋆ DENJI
He couldn’t have you, and knowing that hurt him. He was just some “stupid” half-human, half-devil hybrid, and you were an important, high-ranking devil hunter. A hunter is designed to hunt and kill things like him. He wished and longed for you. He wanted you to be his, to be able to kiss you, to be able to talk to you—even the ability to breathe in the same room as you would be some wish bestowed by the gods. He wanted it to be real, not some make-believe juvenile dream of his.
He’d distract himself with stupid little things in an attempt to get over you: taking care of Meowy, doing chores for Aki, hanging out with power, doing missions for Makima—anything that would get his mind away from you, he would do. He didn't mind thinking of you, man; he loved being able to have those sweet-lined reveries of you, yet the only thing that made them displeasing was him knowing that you'd never be his. He wouldn’t be able to recreate his dreams with you.
He could never get over you, though; he knew it. There were no amount of things in this world to make him forget you completely. You had successfully infested his mind. You were like the growing moss on an old brick wall, fungi growing on a log, and weeds growing on a green lawn. You were beautiful yet dangerous. You were something so unique, yet the more you were in Denji's brain, the more you took over. You were becoming the only thing his frontal lobe could think of.
He wished and wished there was some universe that would grant him his biggest wish. The wish of you both being together, he knew it was greedy, but even a universe where you two were at least the best of friends would satisfy him. Maybe in some universe, you two were destined to be together. But that universe wasn’t this one.
If only he knew you thought the same.
⋆ KISHIBE
Kishibe would drink more in an attempt to forget about you if that were even possible. That never worked, though; he knew he couldn’t have you and knew he couldn’t be with you, and that hurt the most. He was desensitized to things like pain due to his line of work, yet why did this specific pain hurt the most? He tried his hardest to push it down as much as possible and try to ignore it, yet that never worked.
Whenever he’s around you, he actually drinks less. He was scared he’d say something he didn't want you to know; it was his first time experiencing something like this. Sure, he might've had his share of flings and dates with others, yet you were just different. You were enchanting, as if you casted a spell on him the first time you worked together as partners years ago. This explained his fear of exposing his deep and raw feelings for you; he didn’t want to scare you off.
Although this attraction to you has lasted for a while since you first got assigned as partners when he was still in his youth, He never acted upon it, and although there were clear hints of you having similar feelings, he was too scared to act on it. Although he was a somewhat emotional individual, he was different when it came to you. He was more emotional, more weak, and more vulnerable. He was also sentimental; little things, scents, and memories would bring a tidal wave of nostalgia over him.
Memories of you both doing partner work when you both were young, killing demons together, and memories of bickering with each other would swarm over his being. Being overjoyed with the joy of those sweet memories—but that joy was short-lived—the feeling of knowing that you were only something he could view, something he could only glance at and not hold grounded him, it made it clear this wasn't some dream that could come to reality.
This was worse than death for him; it was agony.
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☆ no homo, right?
denji x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: denji starts to get feelings for [name] and he thinks of all the little things between them. it's not gay though, right? (meant to be viewed as romantic)
the lowercase is intentional !
denji was always a fan of women and everything about them. he wasn't necessarily quiet about his preferences either. everyone knew about them. power did, aki did, yoshida probably does and asa too.
however, nobody expected denji to fall for a man, let alone one of his close friends. denji, the one who always talked about wanting to feel a woman, was now making goo-goo eyes at a man. it was unusual.
denji always reassured his friends (asa and yoshida) that he didn't actually like [name]. yet, they could see past him and his lies. they knew that denji was completely infatuated by [name] and no amount of 'no homo's was going to clear that off the fiend's name.
denji was walking about town with [name]. they usually spent their time doing such with their friends after school or when nothing was happening. however, fate seemed to be on denji's side. even if denji didn't want to believe that.
[name] and denji were alone. asa and yoshida had bailed on the two earlier, making weak excuses just to not go with them. of course, they did it all on purpose. they weren't going to tell [name] and denji though, it would ruin all of the fun and suspense.
the two men continued walking, their hands occasionally brushing against eachother as they walked past the busy crowds.
denji wanted to hold [name]'s hand. he wanted to hold it in his own hand and squeeze it. he wanted to feel how soft [name]'s hand would feel in his own, or how calloused it felt. denji wanted to swing his hand, in turn swinging [name]'s as they walked.
but, it wasn't gay right? it was normal to want to hold your friends hand, of course it was. denji had done that with power many times before, so it wasn't romantic or anything.
yet why did it feel so different when denji was facing [name]? why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? he wasn't gay, and he didn't like [name].
eventually, the two settled down at a cafe. it was just the two of them, settling down for a meal to discuss.
but why did this feel like something else? denji felt like he was going on a date, like the time he had gotten reze some flowers on a date. it felt like he was on a date, with his friend.
denji wasn't gay though. of course he wasn't - he couldn't be. he loved women, he was quite the enjoyer. he felt nothing towards men compared to how he felt towards women.
but everything still felt different. denji's palms felt sweaty as he sat down across [name]. he felt his throat going dry too, so he immediately ordered an orange juice to soothe his thirst.
it didn't help though. nothing seemed to be helping when denji was around [name] and he couldn't stand it.
[name] then ordered for himself and for denji. being friends for a while meant that [name] knew stuff. [name] knew the food denji liked, the manga that he would read (or at least tried to), and the fact that denji was chainsaw man.
denji's whole body went hot when he realised this. he realised how much [name] knew about him and it honestly felt scary. were friends meant to know so much about eachother? of course they were, but everything felt so different and scary when denji was with [name].
if asa and yoshida were here, denji wouldn't have to be stuck in this situation. stuck being alone with [name].
once the food arrived, denji immediately tucked in. [name] had ordered him a cake, similar to the one denji had recieved when he first went to a cafe with yoshida. it was sweet, moist and overall perfection. denji couldn't help but want to scarf it down immediately.
"could i have a taste?" [name] asked denji, a small, innocent smile on his lips that made denji's whole body stiffen.
lips.. [name]'s lips. denji wanted to kiss them so badly. he wanted to feel [name]'s lips on his own and see how they'd melt into eachother. he wanted to see how their lips fit into eachother. he wanted to see how perfect they were together.
denji wasn't gay though. he shook away his thoughts by thinking a simple "no homo", something asa despised hearing from denji. she knew the truth that denji was constantly hiding from, and so did yoshida.
"oh.. sure.." denji smiled back at [name]. he took a fork, to be somewhat civilised and not to feed [name] with his hand. he put the fork into the cake and took a piece before feeding it to [name], his hand under the fork to make sure it wouldn't drop the cake before [name] could even get a taste.
wait.. feeding [name]? denji's brain was working on autopilot. he couldn't believe he had just done that. he had just fed [name] a piece of his cake. the cake that he was eating. the cake that he was shoveling down his throat with his bare hands. denji thought he was going to faint because of how hot the room suddenly felt..
[name] wasn't opposed to denji feeding him the cake. although he wasn't expecting it, he certainly didn't mind it. it was like a new change of pace for once in his entire friendship with denji. he wouldn't mind more changes in the future wither.
[name] finished the small piece with a hum, smiling at how good the piece tasted. was it better because denji fed it to him? nobody would know, only [name]
denji the looked away, embarrassed by his actions. he had just fed his friend a piece of his cake.. his mind was still on that.
and of course, denji's mind went into autopilot again as he continued to think about [name].
denji started to eat the cake with the fork, not even his own hands now. he was eating with the same fork that was in [name]'s mouth a few seconds ago. the same fork that he had just used to feed [name]. it was like an indirect kissA
the poor blonde yelped and he dropped his fork onto the table, hiding his face in embarrassment.
denji wasn't gay. he was just doing stuff that friends would do with their friends regularly. but why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? why was his throat suddenly closed up and dried? why, why, why?
"i think i'm in love with you, [name].." denji mumbled into his hands, too scared to meet [name]'s eyes.
maybe denji wasn't gay, but he was surely into his best friend [name] and he now accepted it. he wouldn't hide his feelings behind a 'no homo' anymore.
☆ author's note: 1st chainsaw man post! i was planning on posting requests but for some reason i can't edit my old-er drafts so i have to redo them 😪 sorry for those who are waiting!
☆ masterlist ▪︎ request