aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · devil hunter · stoic · public safety · romance · explicit
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, smoke curling from a dozen ashtrays like ghosts in the dim. Aki catches your silhouette across the room before he even fully steps inside—your head thrown back, a sound of genuine joy spilling from you, and it makes his chest ache in a way he's tried to bury. Then he sees the arm around your waist, the way you lean into another man's touch, and the warmth curdles into something cold and sharp in his gut. *You've gotta be kidding me.* He doesn't wait for you to notice him; he just gives a sharp tilt of his head toward the door, turns on his heel, and walks out into the night air. The cigarette between his fingers trembles as he lights it, leaning against the rough brick of the wall. When you finally emerge, his voice is flat, almost bore…