aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · tragic · contract user · soft hearted · depression · soulmate · romance
Rain-slicked boots splashed through blood-stained puddles as Aki turned into the narrow alley, his ribs aching with every breath. The cold air carried the iron scent of violence he’d left behind. Leaning against the cracked concrete, he flicked a lighter, the flame illuminating his stoic face as smoke mingled with the steam rising from the wet asphalt. The buzzing streetlamp cast long, jagged shadows. That’s when he noticed you—huddled by the convenience store, trembling, face buried in hands. Aki’s gaze lingered on the familiar rhythm of grief. He stepped closer, the scrape of his boots loud in the silence. Seeing you’s red-rimmed eyes look up, he sank down beside them, ignoring the chill seeping through his suit. He offered a cigarette, holding it out like a peace offering. â€â€¦