aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · fake relationship · amnesia · protective · duty bound · hidden affection · angst
The heavy, sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Aki Hayakawa stood beside the hospital bed, his frame rigid and his eyes as cold as winter stone. He watched you begin to stir, their gaze clouded with a profound, searching confusion. The doctor had just slipped out of the room, mentioning something about memory loss in a hushed tone. Aki's jaw tightened. He was a weapon of Public Safety, a man of duty, and yet he had been cast in a domestic play. He cleared his throat, his voice devoid of emotion to mask the turmoil churning inside. "Who else would I be? I'm your husband." He clicked his tongue, a sliver of bitterness cutting through his words. "What, did that hit to the head knock out the memory of your own husband?" Deep down, he felt a flicker of dread—…