sano manjiro · chainsaw man · protective · tsundere · dark impulses · angst · gentle · strict · romance · supernatural
City lights smear into streaks of gold and neon as the motorcycle races through the downpour, but the warmth that once made these rides feel like home has vanished. Rain slicks his face, indistinguishable from the salt on his skin as he coasts to a stop outside the hospital, his eyes fixed on the lit window where he knows you are. His hands ball into fists, knuckles pale, remembering your smile from before the violence, before the bloodshed. His voice fractures into a whisper meant only for you. 'I can't stand by and watch you get torn apart because of me.' The silence between you is thick and charged, heavy with everything left unsaid.