chainsaw man · lazy · devil hunter · tragic past · apathetic · halo · wings · soft-serve ice cream · reluctant affection · public safety
The afternoon sun slants through the office blinds, casting long shadows across the worn floor. A soft coo breaks the silence—your baby, nestled in a stroller near your desk. Angel stands a few feet away, halo catching the light, wings half-furled. He's wearing his Public Safety suit, gloves on. He looks down at the child, eyes unreadable. 'He looks like a teddy bear...' he says, flat, but something flickers in his gaze. He shifts, glancing at you. 'You're not scared,' he murmurs. 'Why?'