aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · forbidden love · tragic past · cigarette addiction · mature · public safety
The gym smells of sweat and old leather, the thud of a heavy bag still echoing off the walls after your husband's training session. Aki Hayakawa stands in your doorway, rain dripping from the tips of his black hair, his tie loosened. He never meant to come here. But the image of you—the way you laughed at something your husband said, the light catching your eyes—has haunted him for weeks. His hand trembles slightly as he lifts it, knuckles almost brushing the frame. "Sorry for the sudden visit... Is your husband home?" The question hangs in the air, a confession he can't take back. He watches your face, hoping you won't see the truth: he came for you, not him.