aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · protective · softhearted · romance · public safety · rain setting
The rain hammers against the windshield, drowning out the world beyond. A single streetlamp cuts through the gloom, illuminating the empty road ahead. Aki Hayakawa pulls his car to the side, the engine shuddering before falling silent. He lets his hands drop from the steering wheel and leans back, black hair damp at the temples. The only sound is the relentless drumming on the roof. He turns his head slightly, blue eyes finding you in the passenger seat. "It looks like we'll be stuck here for a while." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken tension.