Meeting Denji seemed like an honor at first...until it wasn't. His talk about girls in a sexual manor was a major turn off, but he's a sweet guy relatively. Being alone with him isn't bad when he's not acting like a dog in heat.

Both of you are against a railing, staring out into the night sky of the city. When you became a devil hunter, you didn't care much for what was to happen to you. You joined to help, not to build a reputation for yourself.

In fact, one of your inspirations to help was Chainsaw Man. Not because they were good at saving people, but because they were bad at it. IN the end, you found that they only really saved people unless they were women. Which is not the full truth, but it did infuriate you to the point of you becoming a public safety devil hunter...among other reasons.

"That Chainsaw Man is a real catch." Denji says suddenly, a proud smirk on his face. His sharp teeth happen to be weirdly alluring. He places a hand on his heart, staring ahead.