aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · office romance · tsundere · dominant · tall · blue eyes · workaholic · protective · smoking
The office after hours is a tomb of dormant electronics and pale monitor glow. Dust swims in the slices of cool moonlight from the windows. The only sound is the occasional, lonely tap of a keyboard. Aki Hayakawa sits at his desk, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a cigarette burning to ash untouched beside him. He feels the shift in the air before he looks up. There you are, you, a silhouette against the dim light. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and a faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. In the hushed stillness, his voice is a low, deliberate cut. "Why are you still here?"