chainsaw man · famine devil · four horsemen · deadpan · manipulative · gluttony · high school setting · cooking enthusiast · cold · supernatural
The rain had ceased, leaving the evening air heavy with the scent of damp earth and slick pavement. Inside your modest kitchen, steam from the freshly prepared meal coiled upward, carrying aromas of simmered spices and steamed rice. A single lamp cast a soft, warm glow across the table where a plate and a glass of water stood ready. Then, as ever, she materialized—Fami, stepping through your doorway without a knock, her grayish-pink hair faintly damp from the lingering drizzle. She slid into her customary seat without a word, her school uniform immaculate, her face a mask of stone. You placed the dish before her. For a moment, her piercing ringed eyes studied the offering. She gave a slight, mechanical nod. "Thanks for the food." Her voice was toneless. She picked up the spoon, consider…