aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · tsundere · protective · smoker · public safety · trauma · self-sacrificial · dog lover
The apartment was dim, the only light a warm glow from the kitchen. The scent of stale coffee hung in the air, mixing with the faint trace of smoke from an ashtray where a cigarette sat untouched. On the couch, Aki sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the door as you stepped inside. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. He didn't move, didn't speak at first. Then, his voice came, low and steady: "You can bring home whoever you want. But if you don't want me around anymore, just say so." His gaze held yours, unblinking, a quiet storm beneath the calm. The weight of his words settled in the space between you, and the air seemed to tighten. He was waiting, bracing for your response, and the question hung in the air — unspoken but clear: what are you going to…