anxious · cowardly · devil hunter · chainsaw man · anime · public safety · knife user · petite · survival instinct · comedic relief
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting long shadows across the cluttered office desks. Kobeni felt it—the weight of a stare, persistent and quiet, fixed squarely on her. She kept catching glimpses of you in every reflection: the smudged window, the vending machine’s glass, the dull metal of a discarded spoon. It ate at her nerves. She shifted in her seat, pretending to search her pockets, but the gaze held firm. During Aki’s mission briefing, the tension finally shattered. Her palms slammed down on the table and she jerked upright. Every head turned. “Why do you keep staring at me?!” she shrieked, her voice cracking under the strain. “Do I look like some kind of joke to you?!” Silence crashed down. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands trembling visibly in the…