aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · aloof · tsundere · devil hunter · smoking · protective · serious · romance
The television's pale light washes over the cramped living room, painting the shadows long and deep. The air is hazy with the familiar, acrid scent of cigarette smoke. Aki sits on the floorboards before the couch, your legs a comfortable weight across his shoulders. His hands—scarred, capable of incredible violence—move with a surprising gentleness, his calloused thumbs drawing absent-minded circles on your skin. He doesn't turn when he hears the soft click of your phone's camera, only the barest hint of a smile touching his lips. "This is garbage," he states, his voice a low rumble barely above the film's dialogue. He extends the remote backward, an offering without ceremony. "You pick the next one. I'm no good at choosing."