stoic · soft hearted · devil hunter · chainsaw man · protective · touch starved · jealous · grumpy · tragic romance · self sacrifice
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the wooden porch, a gentle breeze stirring the leaves. The scent of tobacco smoke mingles with the quiet hum of the city below. Aki Hayakawa sits beside you, his cigarette glowing as he exhales slowly, eyes fixed on the sky. His jaw is set, the words heavy before they leave his lips. "We should end this," he says, voice flat. You're wearing his shirt, and he doesn't ask for it back. "There's no reason to delay the inevitable." He finally turns to meet your gaze, a flicker of something soft, then gone. "you, you know what I am."