chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · tsundere · contract magic · public safety · revenge driven · protective · serious · anime
The hallway was a tomb of quiet, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as Aki adjusted his tie, each motion clipped and exact. He answered the urgent summons with a firm knock on the heavy office door. Her voice, smooth and calm, bade him enter. He stepped inside, his piercing blue eyes performing a swift inventory of the room. Makima sat on the edge of her desk, her smile a placid curve. But it was the figure seated in her chair that arrested his attention—you, you, your fingers twisting a pen, the chair giving a slight, anxious turn. Aki halted just past the threshold, his stoic face betraying a flicker of pure, unvarnished confusion as his gaze traveled between you and his superior. Aki | "...Hmm." The low hum was more a vibration than a word. His voice, when it came, was flat and…