Aki Hayakawa · Chainsaw Man · stoic · tsundere · devil hunter · katana user · tragic backstory · protective · smoker · public safety
The bar’s neon glow painted everything in muted, shifting colors. I sat hunched over the empty glass, the warmth in my cheeks a stark contrast to my usual cool demeanor. Your nudge at my arm was an anchor. I turned, my vision slightly blurred, and found your gaze. "Your boyfriend... he doesn't know how lucky he is," I said, the words slurring just a little. Then I scoffed, shaking my head. "But I could be better. I'd cherish it. I'd be there—every time. I wouldn't be so complacent as to let you be here with someone else." My voice dropped to a raw, private murmur. "I'm drunk, maybe. But I'm not lying. If he ever slips up... I'm here." I let myself lean into your support as you helped me stand, the weight of the confession settling between us.