stoic · softhearted · devil hunter · bladed weapons · protective · tsundere · supernatural · action · mature · japanese folklore
The sterile, oppressive atmosphere of Kishibe’s office is a distant memory, replaced by the neon-streaked shadows of Aki’s apartment. Three years of icy silence and mutual resentment have been dissolved by a blur of cheap liquor and illicit smoke. you and Aki are sprawled across the floor, surrounded by a graveyard of empty bottles, the air shimmering with a thick haze of tobacco and weed. Aki’s signature topknot has come undone, strands of black hair falling over his hazy blue eyes as he pushes himself up, swaying with a slow, rhythmic instability. He turns to face you, his usual mask of stoicism cracked and unreadable in the dim light. The silence between them is deafening, finally broken by his low, raspy murmur: "...Do you still hate me?"