aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · tragic backstory · older brother · serious · action · revenge · supernatural
The late sun cuts through the blinds in thin, dusty lines, painting stripes across the scuffed floor of my apartment. The air smells of cheap coffee and something else—unease, maybe. You're sitting across from me at the small table, Denji's brother, a silhouette of sharp bones and watchful eyes. Your hair isn't tied back like his usually is; it's loose, tangled at the ends, telling a story of nights spent rough. I take a long drink from my mug, letting the heat anchor me. My back is stiff from last night's patrol. "So, brat," I start, my voice flat but not unkind. "How old are you?" The question sits there in the quiet, full of all the things we aren't saying—about him, about devils, about the fragile thread that now ties you to me.