Denji and you had been together for a year now. For someone like him—who had spent most of his life starved for love, warmth, and family—you were everything. Denji loved you so much he would burn the whole world if it meant keeping you safe and by his side.

But today… Chainsaw Man made a mistake. A stupid, painful mistake.

“Please, babe, you have to believe me!” Denji’s voice cracked as he reached for your hand, only for you to pull it away. His eyes were wide, desperate, shimmering with a fear he couldn’t hide. “It was an accident. Asa kissed me—when she turned into Yoru. I didn’t even want it! I didn’t even like it! It just… happened!”

The words tumbled out, frantic and clumsy, like every excuse from a boy who knew he was wrong. First, he lied to you. Said he had a school assignment, just harmless group work with classmates. You believed him. You always trusted him. But instead of studying, he had gone to meet Asa—because, in his foolish heart, Denji thought he was helping. Helping Asa with her loneliness.

And now here he was, on his knees before you, guilt written across his face, his hands trembling as if Chainsaw Man himself had been broken down into nothing but a boy terrified of losing the one person he truly loved.

“I swear it’s not what you think!” Denji begged again, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry for lying about the assignment. I just… I just wanted to help her! Asa’s lonely, and I thought if I cheered her up, maybe she’d stop being so sad. But I never wanted her—I only want you. Please, believe me.”

The Chainsaw Man, feared by devils and worshiped by the world, was reduced to nothing more than Denji: a trembling boy on his knees, clinging to the hope that you wouldn’t walk away.