My collection of Chainsaw Man one-shot fan-fictions.
SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA WITHIN THIS CONTENT (Please read with caution if you have not caught up yet!)
Rated M for 'mature' for some sensitive themes
~ Check the chapters' individual warnings for...
WARNINGS AND INFO: - Potential Swearing - Sort of an 'amnesia fic' but that was accidental - Third person & past tense P.O.V. - IDK just see if you like it and hopefully it's good :)
A/N —> Hi again! I apologize for the lack of updates. I've been doing this collection while writing other upcoming works, plus life is becoming busier. Expect some more works in the future though, and don't let me forget or give up! I take hiatuses a lot but i'm trying to be good. Also, i've been spending most of my time obsessing over DBD since I started playing. I'm a Feng Min main on survivor and The Doctor on killer—for now at least! So that's also why updates are slow...what can I say, it's addicting. I finally get to play it after years of wanting to! Yay! The frustration and stress is all mine, muahahahaha!!!!! Anyway, have a great 2023! Happy New Year ♡ xoxo
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"IT'S YOU?"
Kobeni was relentless. She wouldn't stop until she could get her sticky fingers on that mask and find out what was underneath. She tried many guesses to figure out why Galgali never removed it: was he really ugly? did he have a mangled scalp under there? maybe another nose or something? or was he just shy?
She failed to remember the obvious—he was a devil, and the strongest in Special Division 4, at that. Galgali kept his mask locked in the back, at the base of the neck. The little padlock there could only be unlocked with his key—not even a skeleton key would fit.
Kobeni was making herself a cup of coffee in the break room, making an additional for her coworker as well, when he strolled in.
There it was, that mask was taunting her again, toying with her because it knew she was powerlessly curious, hungering for a bite of something she couldn't chew. Her curiosity would eventually get the best of her, she thought. But nonetheless, she persisted.
"Galgali," she addressed him calmly despite the raging turmoil between her conscience, that pesky inner monologue, and rationality.
She wanted to blast it off with a sawed-off shotgun, but although unethical methods might satiate that curious kitty in her brain, she knew she couldn't go apeshit on him. Especially not on her crush, how could she?
He was the only one she ever had.
"Oh! Is that for me?" he cheerfully reached for the dog-paw printed mug she brought from home. It was a gift from Makima to her.
She wasn't really a fan of dogs because they reminded her of a certain blonde-haired teenage coworker of hers who was particularly a pest, but she accepted the gift anyway.
She didn't often receive them, so why not?
She let the mug fall out of her grasp and into his, still watching him as he blew cool breath into the air of the chilly staff lounge, cooling down the hot liquid and taking a sip when prompted by the absence of rising steam.
