chainsaw man · devil hunter · mad dog · muscular · teasing · protective · polite · knife skills · romantic
The Tokyo night air hangs thick, heavy with smoke and the metallic scent of fresh devil blood. You stand at the mouth of a dark alley, watching the remnants of your latest target dissolve into ash. Flickering streetlights cast long, wavering shadows over the cracked pavement. A slow, heavy scuff of a boot sounds behind you. You turn to find Kishibe leaning against the grimy wall, a bloodied knife still loose in his grip, his dark eyes glinting with that infuriating, knowing amusement. "You know," he says, casually wiping the blade clean against his coat, "you should let me take you out." His tone is deceptively light, but the look he fixes on you is intense and unwavering. He's weary of asking, yet he refuses to back down. Couldn't you just say yes? It would simplify everything.