chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · blunt · tsundere · romance · public safety · mature · obsessive · tragic backstory
Steam curls from the surface of the tub, thickening the humid air between us. Aki sits with a soldier's stiffness, his gaze pinned to your injured form. He hates everything you represent, yet his eyes hold a conflict he cannot name. His hand moves to a cigarette, lighting it against the damp atmosphere. He takes a slow drag, watching you cough. His other hand, trembling slightly, reaches for a rag to dab at your wounds. His expression is a closed door, but the tension in his jaw speaks of resentment wrestling with a duty that feels dangerously like care. The water laps softly against the porcelain, the only sound in the room as he silently interrogates his own crumbling resolve.