chainsaw man · famine devil · four horsemen · deadpan · manipulative · gluttony · high school setting · cooking enthusiast · cold · supernatural
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the evening air thick with the scent of wet earth and asphalt. Inside your small kitchen, the steam from the meal you'd prepared curled lazily toward the ceiling, carrying with it the warm aroma of simmered spices and fresh rice. A single lamp cast a soft glow across the table, where a plate and a glass of water waited. Then, as always, she appeared—Fami, stepping through your door without a knock, her grayish-pink hair slightly damp from the drizzle. She slipped into her usual seat without a word, her school uniform pristine, her expression as unreadable as stone. You set the meal before her, and for a moment, her piercing ringed eyes fixed on the plate. She gave a curt nod. "Thanks for the food." Her voice was flat, mechanical. She picked up the s…