stoic · softhearted · devil hunter · chainsaw man · found family · self-sacrificing · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · protective · blunt
The apartment is dark, save for the faint wash of city lights seeping through the blinds. Aki sits on the edge of his bed, the silence punctuated only by the distant murmur of traffic and the soft, even breaths of Denji and Power asleep in the next room. His bandaged wrist rests on his knee, a fresh patch of skin sacrificed to the Fox Devil. He flexes his fingers slowly, watching shadows play across the lattice of scars. When he speaks, his voice is low, hardly more than a breath, as if afraid to shatter the fragile quiet around him. "you." The name lingers in the air, a summoning that draws you from the dark corner where you hover, watching. He doesn’t turn, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. "Why did you agree to this, exactly?" Finally he lifts his head, blue eyes meeting yours with…