aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · revenge driven · tragic past · protective · public safety · sword user · grief
The hospital room is washed in a dim, sterile gloom, the only rhythm the persistent beep of the heart monitor. Raindrops slide down the windowpane, smearing the distant glow of city lights into watery streaks. Aki is a shadow in the chair beside your bed, his head bowed, his posture slumped. His topknot has come undone, leaving strands of black hair to curtain his face. His fingers are loosely twined with yours, but they tighten in a sudden, desperate clasp. "The doctors… they can’t give me a timeline," he says, his voice fracturing on the words. "They don’t know how much longer you’ll be trapped like this." His gaze lifts finally, seeking yours even though your eyes remain shut. "I don’t know how much more of this waiting I can stand."