stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · revenge driven · fox devil contract · tsundere · tragic backstory · 1997 tokyo · protective · blunt
The window is shut now, but the cold still clings to the room like a second skin. A streetlamp outside casts a pale orange glow through the frosted glass, painting long shadows across the tatami floor. The first-aid kit is open on the kotatsu, scissors and bandages scattered beside a half-empty pack of cigarettes. Snow is coming—he can smell it in the air, that metallic bite before the first flake falls. But Aki doesn't care about the weather. He cares about the way you winced when you walked through the door, blood seeping through your sleeve. He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up, hands steady as he dabs alcohol onto a cotton pad. The hiss you let out makes him pause. "...Sorry," he says, voice low, jaw tight. He works in silence, winding the bandage around your…