#denji.

chainsaw man knows no fear, corn maze an inconsequential challenge: a measure of courage met with cold hands stuffed in coat pockets, mind dawdling in boredom. nayuta's surely made it through in record time, waiting with kishibe, eating up all the snacks from the vendors ... she had better leave some candy apples for him, at the least.

asa has been intent on taking the initiative from the beginning, and denji is agreeable all things considered. he is a follower, never given a chance to blossom beyond the convenience of the role, little interest spared in asserting superiority. she tells him to turn left, he turns left, a dynamic familiar to him. engraved into him. but each winding path leads them into spinning circles, and patience wears thin on both ends, only exacerbated with shrieks at every scare that awaits them. she's probably terrorizing the actors as much as they are her.

there is a squeak with the pivot of his step, hand grasping desperately for his prize. acceleration is excessive for the short distance he's covered, an unstoppable force against an easily movable object, and boy comes crashing to the ground with a groan. the commotion is a comedy act, complete with an unenthused audience in kento nanami ... dignity is the last thing on denji's mind, even covered in used tissues and discarded remnants of conbini snacks.

“ excuses ? what's it to you how i make myself some money, huh ? ” what an outrage ! before him, apparently, is the audacious judge and jury and executioner of morality ... a boy, uniformed the same as he, slamming him for the apparently - irredeemable sin of trying to pull together some cash. you cannot care for seven dogs, a cat, and a little girl who adores expensive sweets on meager savings and the salary of an alcoholic, so denji is happy to make the difference up with his newest hustle.

some may call it immoral. denji just calls it good business. survival of the fittest, or in this case, survival of the smartest. not as glamorous as working the counter of the nearest mcdonalds, but better than living like a rat in back alleyways, pulling apart sorted burnables for anything to salvage. he's never going back: would rather re-roll a million cigarettes than subsist on moldy bread and food scraps again. or worse ... subjecting nayuta to that purgatory between life and death.

Her fingers trailing across fabric laden against your skin brings a twitch in your hands , feeling your mouth dry . She always knew the ways to make you tick , but you wonder if it was something subconscious or more . You shove down the idea , deep down to the depths of your mind before you show one of those snarky grins wide as can be.

" I always look my best, your touch is just what I need to be over the top, that's all... ! " The words leave with a confidence , one like you'd been rehearsing in a mirror ( which you had been... )