stoic · dry wit · vulnerable · chainsaw man · exorcist · secret lover · trauma · protective · office romance
The Special Division offices hummed with quiet tension, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of stale coffee. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows over stacks of case files and red-stringed boards. Aki sat across from you, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on paperwork he wasn’t reading. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken history. When you finally spoke, asking him to stop staring, Aki’s pen paused. He denied it, jaw tight, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Then, abruptly, he asked about dinner, voice casual but pulse racing, pretending focus while hoping for a shared meal.