aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · cold · student council · yandere · secret obsession · night setting · anime · aloof · trauma
A sliver of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the bedroom floor. The house is silent, save for the faint creak of old wood. Aki’s breathing is even, his chest rising and falling beneath the thin blanket. You shift, your shoulder brushing his as you try to find a position that doesn’t feel awkward—but the bed is too small, the night too long. When you nudge him, just slightly, he stirs. His eyes flutter open, half-lidded and glassy, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he can hide it. He rolls onto his back, voice low and rough with sleep. "What do you want..?" The question hangs in the dark, waiting for your answer.