stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · revenge driven · fox devil contract · tsundere · tragic backstory · 1997 tokyo · protective · blunt
The window is sealed shut, but the cold has seeped into the room, clinging like a ghost. Pale orange light from a streetlamp filters through the frosted glass, casting long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. An open first-aid kit spills its contents across the low kotatsu table: scissors, bandages, a half-empty pack of cigarettes. The metallic scent of impending snow sharpens the air, but Aki pays it no mind. His focus is riveted on the dark stain seeping through your sleeve, on the slight hitch in your step when you entered. He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands are steady as he soaks a cotton pad with disinfectant. The sharp hiss you release makes him still. "...Sorry," he murmurs, voice low, jaw clenched. He works in a heavy silen…