aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · protective · internalized homophobia · best friends to lovers · mlm · devil hunter · tragic backstory · soft hearted
Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, painting bars of silver across the disheveled bed. I lay sprawled on my back, my usual rigid composure dissolved in sleep; a trace of drool glistened at the corner of my mouth, my dark pajamas twisted and creased. You were curled against me, your limbs draped across my torso with a careless, possessive weight. The air in the room felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Your finger, freshly pricked and beading with a drop of blood, was poised just above the fabric over my stomach. A soft, involuntary cough escaped me. My eyelids fluttered open, blue eyes clouded and unfocused, finding you staring down at me. My ponytail had come completely undone, the elastic resting absurdly against my cheek. I blinked once, twice, taking in the strange inti…