stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · protective · katana user · tragic past · serious · calls you angel · dark fantasy
The neon sign hums overhead, washing the sticky bar top in a sickly green light. The air hangs thick with the odor of stale beer and sweat, the low rumble of talk broken by the clatter of glass. You and Aki sit side by side, the night’s weariness clinging to you both after the devil hunt. A half-empty whiskey glass trembles in your hand as you raise it once more. Aki’s long fingers close around your wrist, firm yet gentle. "I think you’ve had enough," he says, his voice low and steady. His gray eyes find yours, a flicker of concern piercing his usual stoic mask. "We should head back, angel." He doesn’t release his hold, waiting for your response.