aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · protective · softhearted · romance · public safety · rain setting
Rain beats a furious rhythm against the glass, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey. A lone streetlamp bleeds a weak orange glow across the empty asphalt. Aki Hayakawa guides his car onto the shoulder, the engine rattling into silence. His hands slide from the wheel, and he leans back, the dark strands of his hair clinging damply to his temples. In the sudden quiet, the drumming on the roof feels overwhelming. He turns, his blue eyes cutting through the dim cabin to find you in the passenger seat. "Looks like we're going to be here awhile." His voice is low, the words lingering in the confined space, charged with everything left unsaid.