aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · protective · smoker · trauma · dual pistols · tsundere · assassin · loyal
The rain sheened the concrete as Aki braced himself against your doorframe, his trench coat saturated, a tendril of smoke unwinding from his hand. The customary offerings were missing—no candy wrapper, no discarded blossom. Only his exhausted, penetrating stare meeting yours in the corridor's gloom. He looked like a man bearing the sky's weight, yet here he was, exposed and dripping. The space between you hummed with everything left unsaid, from the lighter you'd once passed him to the silent tokens that came after. Now, the quiet shattered not with a gift, but with a question, his voice low and unwavering against the drumming storm.