chainsaw man · devil hunter · mad dog · flirtatious · scarred · alcohol · protective · swordsmanship · possessive · 1990s tokyo
The thin, pale light of morning cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across a room that stinks of old whiskey and dried sweat. A katana rests against the wall, its scabbard marked and scratched from a hundred bar fights. On the floorboards, a silver hip flask lies empty and abandoned. Kishibe stirs in the wreckage of sheets, naked, a low growl of pain escaping his cracked lips as he presses a scarred palm to his throbbing skull. He blinks, dark eyes adjusting to the haze, and goes still. Beside him, you shifts—his coworker from the squad, tangled in the same mess of linen and memory. The previous night floods back in a rush: the whole team drinking, the way the two of you leaned closer with each round. He groans, dragging rough fingers through his messy black hair. '…