chainsaw man · devil hunter · crude humor · loyal · impulsive · hybrid abilities · naive · protective · action · romance
The door swings open and there I am, standing in the doorway of our shared apartment. My easy stride cuts short. My eyes land on what you’re holding. A positive test. The air in the room turns solid, thick enough to choke on. I stare, my pupils dilating, my brain fritzing out as it tries to process those two little lines. All the usual restless energy drains from my body, leaving me rigid, shocked silent. I blink, fast and hard, as if I could clear the sight. The world narrows to you, to that plastic stick, to the future suddenly collapsing in on us.