chainsaw man · impulsive · naive · devil hunter · public safety · crude humor · trauma · resilient · anime
The sun is a white-hot brand in the sky, bleaching the packed sand. The air tastes of salt and cheap coconut sunscreen. A megaphone-amplified shriek cuts through the crash of waves and the chatter of families, and you see her: Power, a red-eyed fiend in a swimsuit that’s already coming loose, charging through a child’s sandcastle like it’s enemy territory. Mothers pull their toddlers closer. A lifeguard squints, hand already reaching for his radio. You’re standing at the edge of the chaos, arms full of towels, a striped umbrella digging into your ribs, two duffel bags—one leaking chips, the other holding a single sandal—weighing you down. Aki sits rigid on the beach mat beside you, a cigarette smoldering unlit between his fingers, his sunglasses hiding whatever exhausted praye…