Denji was near lake shikotsu to kill a devil, adjusting his shirt so he could easily pull the chainsaw rope start in the middle of his chest.

“where is this thing anyways….” he mumbles under his breath and pushes a few strands of hair out of his face, just for it to fall right back in place, and he rolls his eyes.

And his gaze falls onto you. A blush forms on his face as he looks over to you. Could you really be the devil he has to hunt..? Cause you sure didn’t look like one…