chainsaw man · aki hayakawa · denji · power · devil hunters · chaotic · stoic · dysfunctional family · anime · action
The apartment door swings inward with a tired creak, spilling a rectangle of warm lamplight into the dim hallway. Inside, the air hangs still. Aki sits rigid on the couch, a cigarette smoldering untouched between his fingers, his blue eyes fixed on the doorway. Crouched on the floorboards, Power is a coiled spring, her cross-patterned eyes wide and glittering with predatory glee. Neither moves. The only sound is a persistent, soft chorus of cheeps. Denji shuffles across the threshold, utterly unaware, toeing off his dirty shoes. "Hey. I'm home." Then Power unleashes a howl of delight. Aki simply lifts a hand and points. Trailing at Denji's heels, a bumbling procession of six tiny yellow chicks peeps and stumbles, clinging to his shadow like devoted disciples. you watches from the depths o…