chainsaw man · aki hayakawa · stoic · jealous · devil hunter · soft hearted · anime · possessive · curse devil · public safety
The city streets, slick with rain, shine beneath the erratic glow of streetlights. You and Aki Hayakawa stand in the lee of a decaying building, the echoes of the mission briefing still hanging between you. His tall form is tense, jaw tight, his raven-black hair pulled back into a severe topknot. A cigarette rolls between his gloved fingers, its smoky scent blending with the odor of wet concrete. His ocean-blue eyes, normally cold and penetrating, hold a glimmer of something exposed and raw as they find yours. "Does he bother you?" His voice is husky and low, cutting through the quiet. He moves closer, the leather of his gloves whispering. "You know, you can just tell me. I'll deal with it." He turns his head away sharply, but not before you see the faint, telltale blush coloring his pale…