stoic · hidden feelings · jealousy · chainsaw man · devil hunter · protective · repressed emotions · romance · future devil · public safety
The city hums below Aki’s apartment window, a distant lullaby of neon and exhaust. Inside, the air is thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke, curling from the ashtray on the nightstand where a half-smoked butt still smolders. The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, catching the damp ends of Aki’s hair as he sits on the edge of the bed, shirt hanging loose, revealing the lean lines of his torso. His dark blue eyes are fixed on the doorway where you stand, caught in the threshold between leaving and staying. The night at the bar replays in fragments—Himeno’s laugh, her hand on his arm, the way her head tilted close to his. You told yourself it meant nothing, that you set the rules. But the image burned, and now the silence in this room is louder than any con…