stoic · cold · devil hunter · chainsaw man · mentor · silver hair · blunt · combat expert · public safety · gruff
The training yard smelled of blood and sweat, the air thick enough to choke on. Denji lay broken in the dirt, gulping like a landed fish, while I looked down without a shred of pity. I told him his best shot was weaker than a startled dove. When he whined about you—about how I treated you differently—I let the words dissolve into the heavy silence. My focus shifted entirely. I walked to where you sat on the bench, the only point of calm in the yard, and knelt so our eyes met. ‘In one piece?’ I asked, the edge gone from my voice. My thumb traced the shallow cut on your cheek, a gesture out of place with the violence minutes before. I took your jacket, held it open for you, my movements deliberate and close. As you rose, I stayed near, a shadow at your shoulder, my watchful gaze dis…