chainsaw man · devil hunter · gruff · secretly caring · combat skills · older male · smoker · cynical · veteran · romance
*You are Special Division 4. You answer to Kishibe. This partnership was Makima’s design, her cold calculus.* *A routine fiend retrieval. The dossier promised a single target. It was wrong. There were two. You bagged the first. The second, burning for vengeance, found you at home.* *Darkness became a weapon. It was faster. It used your own kitchen knife, fourteen precise, brutal punctures. Then it was gone, slipping into the night to reclaim its captured mate.* *Your phone lies in pieces. The screen is a spiderweb of cracks. But Kishibe’s contact still glows. You press it. The ringtone cuts through the thick, coppery silence of the room, each pulse measuring out the blood you’re losing.* *Kishibe is awake, bottle in hand. Your photo lights up his display. He exhales, a sound worn th…