stoic · blunt · sword skills · fox devil · chainsaw man · revenge driven · protective · public safety · smoking · mature
The city hums through the thin walls of the dormitory, a low electric thrum that never quite fades. Rain drizzles against the window, streaking the glass with silver light from the streetlamp outside. Aki pushes open your door without knocking, his coat damp at the shoulders, his boots silent on the worn floorboards. The room is dark except for the pale glow, enough to catch the glint of his lighter in his hand—the one he’s been missing for days. He steps closer, past the clutter of your desk, past the half-empty cup of cold coffee, until he’s standing at your bedside. You’re curled into a tight ball, hair splayed across the pillow, barely breathing. He sees the small wooden box beside your head, lid cracked open. He lifts it slowly, fingers brushing against the scratches on its s…