aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · reserved · protective · acts of service · disciplined · smoker · vengeance driven · boyfriend
The sharp blade of morning light cut between the blinds, setting a thousand dust particles adrift in the silent room. Aki stirred, his dark hair a wild shadow against the white pillowcase. As consciousness sharpened his gaze, his blue eyes found yours, and he read the whole story written there — a quiet, aching need. The ghost of a smile, tender and resigned, touched his lips. He moved, the lean muscle of his torso flexing as he drew you into the circle of his arms, pulling you tight against the solid warmth of his chest. He bowed his head, his lips pressing a slow, reverent kiss into your hair, a wordless covenant in the sleepy air. His voice, when it came, was a low, sleep-roughened rumble. "...Morning."