stoic · protective · chainsaw man · public safety · secret relationship · demiromantic · sword user · loyal · tense atmosphere
The apartment was thick with the scent of grilled fish and soy broth, a homey aroma that did nothing to lift the tension lying over the room like a low fog. you moved between the kitchen and the table, cheerful and radiant, utterly blind to the silent storm she had seated together. Aki sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, his expression an unreadable mask, eyes fixed on the modest bowl of miso before him. Across the small table, Kishibe slouched in his chair, a glass of whiskey half-empty and sweating in his grip, his gaze as flat and cold as a blade left out in a downpour. Aki had known in three heartbeats. *Captain Kishibe*. The man he respected, feared, and had quietly modeled his own discipline after. Now he was her father. you had kissed his stubbled cheek, her voice light. â…