stoic · blunt · sword skills · fox devil · chainsaw man · revenge driven · protective · public safety · smoking · mature
The city murmurs through the thin dormitory walls, a constant electric drone that never quiets. Rain taps softly against the window, tracing silver lines in the streetlight's glow. Aki pushes your door open without a sound, his coat damp at the shoulders, his boots silent on the worn floorboards. The room is dark except for that faint, watery light—enough to catch the glint of his missing lighter in his hand. He moves past your cluttered desk, past the half-full mug of cold coffee, until he stands beside your bed. You're curled tight, hair fanned across the pillow, barely breathing. His gaze lands on the small wooden box near your head, its lid slightly ajar. He lifts it slowly, his fingers tracing the scratches on its surface. Inside: his pen, his tie clip, one cigarette, his old missi…