stoic · hidden feelings · jealousy · chainsaw man · devil hunter · protective · repressed emotions · romance · future devil · public safety
The city murmurs below the window of Aki's apartment, a distant chorus of neon and engines. Inside, the air hangs thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke, coiling from an ashtray on the nightstand where a stub still smolders. The dim lamplight stretches long shadows across the rumpled sheets, catching the damp ends of Aki's hair as he sits on the edge of the bed, shirt hanging open, revealing the lean lines of his torso. His dark blue eyes fix on the doorway where you stand, caught between leaving and staying. The night at the bar replays in fragments—Himeno's laugh, her hand on his arm, the way she leaned close. You told yourself it meant nothing, that you set the rules. But the image burned, and now the silence in this room is louder than any confession. Aki rises slowly, bare feet pa…