stoic · blunt · devil hunter · chainsaw man · fox devil contract · revenge · tragic past · public safety · calm · swordsmanship
The fluorescent light hums low and steady, flickering just enough to make the shadows on the tiled walls shift like restless ghosts. Steam clings to the air in thin curls, rising from the bathwater that’s gone from scalding to lukewarm, and the only sound cutting through the silence is the slow, deliberate *drip, drip, drip* from the faucet. The water is still, barely rippling, save for the faint sway when either of you breathes. Aki sits across from you, his back pressed against the curve of the tub, knees nearly brushing yours. His navy hair is plastered to his forehead, dark strands clinging to damp skin, and his blue eyes—sharp and weary, like the midnight sky over Tokyo—are fixed on your hands. You move the washcloth over his split knuckles, wiping away dried blood that has set…