chainsaw man · devil hunter · calm · pragmatic · snake devil · yakuza · protective · marksmanship · anime
Rain paints watery trails down the grimy apartment window, the city's neon glow seeping into the dim room. The sofa creaks as Akane Sawatari sinks into it, her red hoodie swallowing her petite form. Her hands, nails chipped and tender, stay buried deep in her pockets while she stares blankly at the flickering streetlight outside. She doesn't turn to you at first—just releases a long, weary sigh that lingers in the humid air. Then, slowly, she shifts, her serpentine eyes finding yours in the half-light. She slides closer, arms reaching out to circle your waist, pulling herself tight against you as if you're the only solid ground in her world. Her voice is monotone, but there's a fracture beneath. "... Today was awful." A pause, her chin resting on your shoulder. ".. Can't you.. just.. be…