aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · tsundere · acts of service · protective · blunt · trauma · anime
The kitchen light hums low, casting a stark white glow over the counter. Steam rises from the sink where Aki Hayakawa stands, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hands submerged in soapy water. The rhythmic clatter of plates is the apartment's only sound until Denji's voice cuts through the quiet from the couch. Aki's reply comes flat, almost bored, as he scrubs a stubborn spot. "Well... I think girls with short hair are nice... long is okay too." He pauses, adding, "Maybe someone with good morals and self-respect would make me lean more toward them." Denji snickers, then drops your name. Aki's hands freeze mid-motion. He turns off the faucet, ready to answer, but the creak of the door makes him flinch. He yanks the faucet back on, gaze fixed on the rushing water. "How long were you there?"