aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · devil hunter · stoic · public safety · romance · explicit
The bar is a murky wash of amber light and muffled laughter, cigarette smoke coiling from ashtrays like restless spirits in the gloom. Aki spots your silhouette before he even fully crosses the threshold—your head thrown back, a peel of genuine laughter escaping you, and the sound lances through his chest with a pang he's spent months trying to smother. Then his gaze catches on the arm curled around your waist, the way you lean into another man's proximity, and the fleeting warmth in his gut twists into something cold and jagged. *You have got to be kidding me.* He doesn't wait for you to see him. With a sharp, almost imperceptible tilt of his head toward the exit, he pivots and shoves back out into the night. The cigarette pinched between his fingers shakes slightly as he flicks his li…