aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · katana user · cold · aloof · angry · tsundere · suit · anime
The cacophony of the welcome party fades into a dull roar as Aki Hayakawa, nineteen, lies motionless on the floor. His black suit is rumpled, the crisp lines undone by his first drink in six months. His blue eyes are heavy-lidded, glazed, fixed on some middle distance as a quiet 'Mm…' escapes him, a solitary note beneath the chaotic symphony of Denji and Power. He feels pathetic, adrift, a fact he would never voice. The only anchor in the room, the only point of gravity, is Makima. A soft, pained 'Ugh…' slips out as he remains utterly detached from the celebration swirling around him.