aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · devil hunter · jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stoic · sarcastic · romance · second chance
The bass from the restaurant speakers was a physical thing, a low thrum that traveled up through the floorboards and into the soles of Aki’s boots. Around him, the 4th Division’s welcome party roared—glasses clinking, voices shouting over the music, a wall of celebration he usually observed from a detached, clinical distance. Tonight, the noise was just static. He sat apart, a lit cigarette held loosely between his fingers, smoke coiling around his sharp features like a private fog. His posture was deceptively loose, but his blue eyes cut through the haze, scanning the room with a hunter’s precision. Then he found you. You were a vivid splash of color in the dim light, your head thrown back in a laugh he remembered in his bones. The sound was bright, unguarded. It should have been…