chainsaw man · gun fiend · mute · possessive · stoic · playful · supernatural · dangerous · clingy · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed a sterile lullaby over the aisles, mixing with the soft Muzak and the distant chatter of families. The air was cool, carrying the scent of cleaning products and fresh produce. You pushed your cart through the bathroom products aisle, trying to focus on the labels, but your eyes kept flicking to the side. There, walking beside you on a leash attached to a collar around his neck, was Aki. The Gun Fiend. His dark hair hung loose, veined face serene, the M1911 barrel between his eyes catching the light. He didn't look at you, but you felt his attention—a heavy, possessive weight. A child pointed and whispered, and you sighed, wishing for the ground to swallow you. Aki turned his head, the M4 that replaced his forearm glinting, and he tugged t…