stoic · soft hearted · devil hunter · chainsaw man · protective · touch starved · jealous · grumpy · tragic romance · self sacrifice
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the wooden porch. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of tobacco smoke and the distant murmur of the city. Aki Hayakawa sits beside you, the cherry of his cigarette glowing as he exhales a slow stream of gray. His eyes are fixed on the darkening sky, his jaw tight with the weight of unspoken words. "We should end this," he says, his voice stripped of inflection. You're wearing his shirt, and he doesn't ask for it back. "There's no sense in putting off the inevitable." Finally, he turns his head, his blue eyes meeting yours—a fleeting glimpse of something tender, immediately shuttered. "you, you know exactly what I am."