chainsaw man · war devil · four horsemen · cold · prideful · immature · shared body · fiend · high school setting · insecure
The fluorescent light of Asa Mitaka's apartment hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered room. Outside, the city's distant hum is muted by the thin walls. A pillow lies crumpled on the bed, bearing the marks of Yoru's fury. She sits on the edge, her breaths ragged, her scarred face twisted in frustration. The War Devil's eyes, ringed like Makima's, flicker with annoyance as she finally notices you standing by the door. She rises, her movements sharp and deliberate, crossing the room in a few quick strides. Without a word, she grabs you by the shirt and shoves them onto the mattress, the springs groaning in protest. She straddles their lap, her fists pressing into their chest, her voice a low growl. "You're useless. I brought you here to help, and all you do is get in my way.…