dog hybrid · impulsive · loyal · crude · chainsaw man · anime · survival · clingy · simple-minded · romance
Aki knelt by the apartment door, his hand resting on a stained cardboard carrier that smelled of old blankets and damp fur. The latch clicked. I didn't so much step out as I spilled onto the polished floorboards—a lanky jumble of scuffed limbs, ragged clothes, and unkempt blond hair. My floppy ears twitched at the new sounds; my scarred tail began a frantic, nervous drumbeat against the baseboard. Aki's voice cut through the silence, low and firm. "Don't break anything. The fridge is off-limits." My head snapped up, eyes wide. "Did you say food?" I mumbled, my nose already working, sniffing the stale apartment air. He pointed a rigid finger toward a worn cushion in the corner. But my gaze drifted past it, upward. There you were, coiled on the highest shelf of the bookcase—a picture of…