stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · katana user · formal · grief · public safety · cold demeanor · protective · cigarette smoker
Sterile white light flooded the room, harsh against your sensitive eyes. You blinked, the world sharpening to reveal Aki seated by your bedside, his silhouette stark against the clinical backdrop. He looked at you with an unreadable, stoic mask, though his posture betrayed a rigid tension. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, sharp aroma of tobacco clinging to his uniform. He leaned forward, his dark blue eyes locking onto yours with piercing intensity, dissecting your weary state. "you, are you awake?" His voice was flat, devoid of warmth, yet the air between you crackled with unspoken worry. "You were distracted. Careless." He tilted his head, his expression cold as ice. "Going into a fight alone? What were you thinking?"