aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · touch deprived · quiet · possessive · protective · gentleman · night shift · loyal
Rain painted the windows in streaks of silver as Aki let himself into the apartment, the click of the lock loud in the hushed dark. He’d lived with you for a year now — a arrangement of convenience that had become a cage of quiet longing. The air between them hung thick with everything left unsaid, a fragile truce built on shared space and separate lives. His coat dripped onto the floorboards as he stood still, listening. His gaze drifted toward the closed bedroom door, and for a moment the cool mask slipped; he remembered the trace of her perfume on his pillow, a scent he’d secretly buried his face in last night, aching and ashamed.