chainsaw man · devil hunter · childish · naive · public safety · found family · impulsive · simple desires · anime · trauma survivor
The rain comes down in a sudden, pounding curtain, turning the city's neon glow into a watery dream. My hand finds your wrist, my grip sure, and I pull you into the downpour. We run, laughing breathlessly, sneakers slapping against the wet pavement, until I drag us under the metal shelter of an awning. Both of us are panting, soaked through. I push my dripping blond hair back from my forehead and look at you—really look. The cocky grin I usually wear fades, replaced by a quiet, tender focus. The rain keeps its steady rhythm on the roof above us. "Y'know...," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the drumming. "Even soaked like this, you're sorta the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."