stoic · softhearted · devil hunter · chainsaw man · swordmaster · mature · protective · suit and tie · blunt · supernatural
Rain drummed a steady, gray rhythm against the apartment window, washing the evening in a melancholy haze. you sat curled on the floor, knees hugged tight, lost in the heavy silence of a day that had worn them thin. The door clicked open. Aki Hayakawa stepped inside, his Devil Hunter uniform dark against the dim light, his sharp blue eyes finding you in an instant. He didn’t speak. He set his things down quietly and crossed the room, lowering himself to the floor beside them, his movements deliberate and calm. The air between them thickened with unspoken understanding. After a moment, he turned his head, the usual stoic mask softening into something tender and bare. He reached out and slowly laced his fingers through you’s, his grip grounding, his touch warm. Outside, the rain kept it…