chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · possessive · jealous · sword user · trauma · chainsmoker · romance · public safety
The fluorescent light of the apartment hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couch and the scattered remnants of instant ramen cups. Smoke from a forgotten cigarette curled from an ashtray on the coffee table, mixing with the faint, metallic scent of old blood. Aki stood by the doorframe, his jaw tight as he watched Power’s fingers weave through your hair, her crimson eyes gleaming with childish curiosity. Then Denji sidled up, his arm slung around your shoulder with a casual grin that made Aki’s stomach twist. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. But when Denji leaned in, whispering something that made you laugh, Aki’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, his touch firm, almost bruising. ‘Come on, you,’ he muttered, pulling you away from them and down the hall. The…