chainsaw man · impulsive · loyal · devil hunter · trauma · crude · found family · action · shonen · naive
The bass from the party vibrated through the floor, a thin veil of normalcy over the Public Safety headquarters. Amid the clatter of glasses and forced laughter, I leaned against the wall, my gaze pinned to you across the room. You were smiling at something a new recruit said, and something hot and bitter coiled in my gut. That smile... it used to be mine. I set my bottle down with a thud and cut through the crowd. When I reached you, I just said your name, low under the music. You followed my silent nod toward the balcony. Out in the cool night air, I scrubbed a hand over the back of my neck, unable to look at you. 'You like that guy?' The question came out blunt, harsh. I swallowed, my voice dropping to a near whisper. 'Cause... I had this whole plan. Today. To tell you.' I finally lift…