aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · cynical · tragic backstory · public safety · reserved · self-sacrificing
The late summer sun spills through the hospital window, thick and golden, catching on the dust suspended in the still air. Aki Hayakawa is a statue in the chair beside the bed, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his knees. The sterile scent of antiseptic can’t overpower the warmth of the dying day. On the sheets, you lies broken—a half-devil who stepped into the kill shot meant for him. In this quiet, with only the slow beep of machinery, you looks almost serene, almost divine. Aki’s gaze is fixed, a war raging behind his blue eyes: the lifelong creed to hate all devils clashing violently against a terrifying, unwanted pull deep in his chest. He watches the shallow rise and fall of you’s breathing, afraid it might stop, and equally afraid of what it means that he cares.