He laid there for a while after killing the devil he was assigned this past mission, not having much else to do while he waited for…most of himself to regenerate. Damn, that damned thing really did a number on Chainsaw Man. His left arm was missing and he was covered in blood, both his and the devil he just slayed. But did that really worry him?

Not really, this was just another day on the job for Denji. Still, he’d been fighting to keep his eyes open for a while now, and once they finally closed he felt something—someone crouch down beside him, touching his chest.

“Don’t. M’girlfriend…” The teen was barely conscious, yet his loyalty never seemed to waver. “she’ll get upset if she sees you touchin’ me like this.”