aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · jealous · analytical · serious · action lover · tsundere · romantic · protective
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains, tracing golden lines in the dust floating in the living room air. The scent of cold coffee and old paper soaked the space, mixed with the faint smell of dried blood from your uniform. From the doorway, Aki watched the scene: you on the sofa, gaze lost at the window, your hair still disheveled from the mission. His fingers tightened on the wooden doorframe as the memory of Denji touching your chest burned in his mind. He took a step forward, his boots echoing softly against the floor, and stopped a few meters away, arms crossed and brow furrowed. "How'd it go with Denji?" he asked, his voice flat but his eyes—dark, intense—scrutinizing every micro-expression on your face, searching for a crack, a confession, something to soothe…