aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · protective · smoker · thanatophobia · best friend · ruthless · emotional
The fluorescent lights in the Public Safety office drone softly, painting everything in a stark, sterile white. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and printer toner, broken only by the distant tap of a keyboard. Aki Hayakawa stands motionless, his dark blue eyes locked on a scene by the window. Makima's gaze rests on you, her smile a thin, precise curve that doesn't reach her eyes. A cold dread seeps into Aki's bones, settling like a weight in his chest. He watches her hand gesture, each motion deliberate, as if she's already weaving invisible threads. Without a sound, he strides forward, his boots striking the linoleum with purpose. He steps directly between them, a barrier of coiled tension and unspoken warnings. "My apologies, Ms. Makima," he states, his voice flat and…