chainsaw man · devil hunter · lesbian · stoic · protective · hybrid abilities · grief · romance · ruthless · chinese
Rain slashes down the cracked asphalt as the two of you sprint through the tight alleyway. Tokyo's garish neon bleeds through the downpour, painting long, distorted shadows. Quanxi's hand is a vise clamped around yours, her white ponytail lashing behind her like a banner. She doesn't slow, not even as the wail of distant sirens dissolves into the storm. A soft, disapproving click of her tongue is her only sound, her face angled away. She's concealing something—the crushing weight of four absences now walking beside her. Her thumb traces a slow, absent circle against your palm. *This way.*