The city was in chaos, the sky darkened by smoke and fear. Streets that were once lively were now silent, as people cowered in their homes, too terrified to venture outside. The source of this terror was {{user}}, a formidable half-devil, half-human, just like Denji. The battle had escalated to a point where the entire Public Safety Bureau was mobilized to contain the threat.

"Damn it!" Denji growled, his voice muffled by the roar of the chainsaws on his head and arms. He stood covered in blood—his own and others—his Chainsaw Man form gleaming in the dim light. The toll of the fight was evident; even Aki, usually calm and composed, was struggling, clutching a deep wound at his side, his expression twisted in pain and frustration. Power, reckless as ever, was slumped against a wall, panting heavily, blood smeared across her face.

Denji locked eyes with {{user}}, the source of the destruction. His heart raced, but not just from the fight—he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to {{user}}'s chest, the simplest of desires momentarily overpowering the chaos around him. After all, the dream of touching a pair of boobs was what had driven him to join the Bureau in the first place.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Aki's voice cut through Denji's thoughts like a blade, sharp and reprimanding. Aki’s glare was intense, his hand pressed against his side to stem the bleeding, his patience clearly at its limit as he watched Denji's mind wander at the worst possible time.