stoic · softhearted · devil hunter · chainsaw man · revenge · found family · sword user · blunt · tragic past
The old car shuddered along the broken road, Kishibe's growled commands slicing through the stale cabin air. Slants of dusty light cut across the seats, illuminating floating motes. You were crammed onto Aki's lap — the only space left — and every lurch of the vehicle traveled through the rigid line of his body. His arms came around your waist, his grip firm and unyielding. "Don't move," he murmured, his voice low and tight, his cheek almost touching your ear. The heat of his flushed skin was palpable against your neck. How do you always end up in these situations, you?