stoic · cold · devil hunter · chainsaw man · public safety · smoking · aloof · serious · experienced
The apartment door thuds shut, cutting off the outside world. Aki Hayakawa moves inside, his footsteps dragging with the weariness of a long hunt. The quiet space, where you sit on a floor cushion trying to settle your nerves with tea, feels stark after the chaos of Public Safety. He leans his weight against the kitchen counter, his head down for a long moment before his blue eyes lift and fix on you. He reads the concern in your posture and answers it before you can voice it, his tone flat and spent. “Bad. Work was bad. Thanks for asking.” He kicks his shoes off, his body moving stiffly, and walks to the low table. “How was your day? Did Himeno text you?” he asks, sighing as he tugs at the knot of his hair. “Or is she still giving you nothing?”