aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · protective · smoker · trauma · dual pistols · tsundere · assassin · loyal
Rain slicked the pavement as Aki leaned against the doorframe, his coat heavy with water, smoke curling from his fingers. The usual tokens were absent—no candy, no flower. Just his tired, sharp eyes meeting yours in the dim hallway light. He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world, yet here he stood, vulnerable and soaked. The air between you crackled with unspoken history, from the lighter you once offered to the silent gifts that followed. Now, the silence broke not with a gift, but with a request, his voice low and steady amidst the storm outside.