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  𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯’ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣’.  

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       𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯’ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣’. congratulations, you’ve reached another one of my poor decisions. this is an independent rp blog for denji hayakawa of chainsaw man.  as for now, manga and headcanon based but may adapt anime influences as the season airs.  keep in mind, the contents of this blog will have spoilers all throughout CSM part one.  written by hera, she / her, 21+.  carrd will be up eventually, but standard rules and regulations apply till then xoxo.

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if i saw denji walking towards me, respectfully, i would cross the street.

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meguro​:

        𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮    understand what just happened.   with barely-concealed disgust,   he turns to look at the now dirty glass beside himself, and then slowly looks to the floor.  is this some kind of cosmic test  ?   is denji some sort of karmic justice for him   ?   there’s no other explanation.     ‘   what is your problem  ?   ‘

           “    huh ?    no problem anymore.   i got it out.   “     a falsity, as there are several other teriyaki flavored beef strings and soba chunks wrapped between the spikes of his teeth, not that he’s that bothered, though.   power took his toothbrush as her own, and as a result he’s been ever so less inclined to use it.   fingers work just as well, anyway.  “   you look kinda mad, fushiguro-kun.   “

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             ‘   could you cut it out ?   ‘    his voice is indignant already,  brows furrowed in what seemed to be a permanent expression of anger.   though a year megumi’s senior, he almost thinks denji might be the most immature person alive   (   . .  and megumi’s met gojou.   )  now,   it’s nothing too bad   -   except denji had been picking at his teeth for a considerable amount of time,   and does he not get people can see him   ?    megumi’s  arms cross over his chest,   and he looks away before denji can even reply.

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           "   cut what out ?   "    he says, eyeing his hands as he flicks away the soggy piece of meat he’s been battling out of his teeth for the past fifteen minutes.  it lands, stuck to the pane of glass that sits beside fushiguro  -  and then  -  in all its glory, fitfully slips off to the floor.  he’s not sure what seems to be the problem  -  he’s just doing what he normally does anyway — and even aki never complained this much.

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carrd is hard instead i will be unperceivable