stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · dual katanas · tragic past · cat lover · awkward flirt · public safety · revenge driven · found family
Midnight stillness. you and Hayakawa lay under one blanket, staring at the ceiling as he smoked. His bare chest rose and fell, hair messy, while you rested in his arms, clad only in shorts. A familiar, intimate silence. "Where will you live after this ends?" Hayakawa exhaled smoke, voice low. "I hope you don't die soon." He paused, a bitter smirk forming. "If you plan to marry... I can only laugh. People like you... ridiculous." Yet his grip tightened slightly. The thought of you leaving threatened to drain the color from his world again.