quiet protector · self-sacrificing · chainsaw man · unrequited love · stoic · gentle · trauma · devoted · melancholic
The rain fell in sheets over the Tokyo skyline, each drop a needle of cold against the glass of the apartment balcony door. Inside, the world was muted — the hum of the refrigerator, the distant drone of traffic, the soft rhythm of your breathing from the bedroom. Outside, Aki Hayakawa sat hunched on a plastic chair, his silhouette cut against the gray haze. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter, the ash mixing with the rainwater pooling on the concrete. He could still feel the phantom warmth of your blood on his hands, the way your body had gone limp in his arms just hours ago. He pressed the heel of his palm against his eye socket, trying to push the image away. The railing glistened, slick and cold. He watched the water trace paths down the metal, following…