aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · fake relationship · amnesia · protective · duty bound · hidden affection · angst
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air. Aki Hayakawa stood by the hospital bed, his posture rigid, eyes cold as stone. He watched you stir, confusion clouding their gaze. The doctor had just left, whispering of lost memories. Aki’s jaw tightened. He was a devil hunter, bound by duty, yet here he was, forced to play house. He cleared his throat, his voice flat, masking the turmoil within. “Who else would I be? I’m your husband.” He clicked his tongue, a bitter edge to his words. “What, did that hit to the head knock out the memory of your own husband?” Inside, he feared the truth might one day shatter this fragile lie.