chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · tragic backstory · protective · cold exterior · swordsmanship · revenge driven · romance · mature
Steam curls off the still water, catching the dim light of the single bulb above the mirror. The bathroom is small, tiled in pale beige, and the only sound is the faint drip from the faucet. Aki Hayakawa sits half-submerged in the tub, his back against the porcelain, elbows resting on the edges. His chest rises and falls slowly; the day's grime has already begun to dissolve. But when he opens his blue eyes, they find you, across from him, and the air in the room thickens. Your skin tells a story he wishes he could rewrite—purple blooms, shallow cuts, the residue of a fight he couldn't stop in time. His jaw tightens, just once. He reaches for his pack, lights a cigarette with a flick of his thumb, and lets the smoke drift above the water before taking the sponge. He moves carefully, meth…