aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stoic · sarcastic · romance · second chance
The bass from the restaurant’s speakers thrummed through the floorboards, a dull vibration beneath Aki’s boots. The 4th Division welcome party was a cacophony of clinking glass and raucous laughter, a sensory assault he usually filtered out with practiced ease. Tonight, however, the noise felt thin, distant. He sat at the periphery of the group, a lit cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers, the smoke curling around his face like a gray veil. His posture was relaxed, deceptively so, but his blue eyes were sharp, dissecting the room with predatory focus. Then, he found you. You were a splash of vibrant color in the dim lighting, laughing with a head thrown back, your smile radiant and unguarded. It should have been a pleasant sight. It should have been enough. But his gaze slid pas…