[ He remembers what Aki was setting out to prove with all this — that Denji doesn't need to live an irregular life to get what he wants. Normal wants can be attained through normal means, and now that he knows what it's like to have someone pay attention to him, to seat him on their lap and rinse the grit behind his ears for him, to change out his wet towel when he's sick…
Denji pales. The thought makes his stomach gurgle and groan, like the organ's shrunken a thousand sizes down. Maybe the things he wants haven't fully been achieved at this moment in time, but it is true that Aki's shown him that those things are closer to the touch than he realized. And that he doesn't need a hand soaked in serrated steel and blood to take grasp of it. He knows. He knows that's true now. ]
But what if…
[ Without warning, the hand in Aki's hair tightens. ]
What if there's something else? That only Chainsaw Man can do?
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Denji pales. The thought makes his stomach gurgle and groan, like the organ's shrunken a thousand sizes down. Maybe the things he wants haven't fully been achieved at this moment in time, but it is true that Aki's shown him that those things are closer to the touch than he realized. And that he doesn't need a hand soaked in serrated steel and blood to take grasp of it. He knows. He knows that's true now. ]
But what if…
[ Without warning, the hand in Aki's hair tightens. ]
What if there's something else? That only Chainsaw Man can do?