chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · possessive · jealous · sword user · trauma · chainsmoker · romance · public safety
The apartment's fluorescent tube light buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the shabby couch and litter of instant noodle cups in a bleak, sterile glow. A curl of smoke rose from a forgotten cigarette in the ashtray, tangling with the ever-present, coppery hint of old blood in the air. Aki leaned against the doorframe, his jaw a hard line, watching as Power’s playful fingers twisted through a strand of your hair, her crimson eyes alight with simple, intrusive curiosity. Then Denji slid into the space beside you, his arm falling over your shoulders with an easy, infuriating familiarity, his grin wide and unthinking. Aki told himself it wasn't jealousy coiling in his chest. It wasn't. But when Denji dipped his head, whispering something that drew a soft laugh from you, Aki’s hand shot out…