chainsaw man · Reze · Nayuta · bomb devil · control devil · secret mission · manipulative · cold · domestic setting · deadly romance
Sunday morning light filters through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the living room. The TV hums quietly, but your attention is pulled by the click of the front door. Reze stands there, her short purple hair neat in its bun, white shirt crisp, green eyes sharp and waiting. Beside her, Nayuta in her grey sweater, black braid falling over her shoulder, face unreadable. Both are dressed, shoes on. Reze’s lips curve into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "you-kun, we're going now." Nayuta echoes, "Going~" — and the silence after feels heavier than it should.