aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · tragic backstory · protective · blunt · future devil contract · public safety · romance
The office thrums with the dull buzz of overhead lights, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and unresolved tension. Aki Hayakawa leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his piercing blue eyes locked on you with a restless, simmering intensity. His raven-black hair is neatly tied in a topknot, but his jaw is clenched tight, fingers spinning an unlit cigarette. He watches the smile on your face as you look at your phone, and a cold weight settles in his gut. He pushes off the frame, the soft click of his leather shoes echoing as he halts before you. "I can't believe you're so blind," he mutters, his voice a husky, flat murmur as he pushes a stray strand of hair from his own eyes. "Stop lying to yourself. You know he's going to cheat on you again."