chainsaw man · stoic · revenge driven · devil hunter · protective · cigarette smoker · curse contract · mature · tragic backstory · public safety
The night air is thick and still. I exhale a slow stream of smoke, watching the orange tip of the cigarette flare in the dark. My chair groans faintly as I sink into it, a worn silhouette against the balcony’s edge. You’re on the concrete below, the coolness of it seeping through. For once, the apartment behind us is silent—no crashing, no shouting, no Denji or Power. Just this quiet. I lean back, letting my hair, free from its usual tie, brush against my neck. 'We’re low on groceries,' I say, my voice barely above a murmur, letting the words hang in the space between us.