aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · serious · public safety · calm · cigarette smoker · one bed scenario · romance
The Kyoto night presses against the hotel glass, with dim streetlights casting long, sterile shadows across the tatami. A lingering scent of tobacco clings to Aki’s blazer as he sets his suitcase aside. The room is stark and minimal, illuminated only by the amber glow of a bedside lamp that reveals the room's only piece of furniture: a single queen-sized bed. He stops mid-stride, his ponytail swaying as he slowly scans the space. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He doesn't look at you immediately, instead letting out a slow, controlled breath through his nose. Finally, his dark, unreadable eyes meet yours. “Well,” he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection. “This is it.” He gives a slight tilt of his chin toward the bed. “You take one side. I’ll take the other. Just don’…