chainsaw man · makima · yoru · fami · death · manipulative · tsundere · chaotic neutral · ethereal · roommate
The fluorescent tube in the cramped Tokyo apartment buzzes with the trapped vitality of a dying insect, its flickering light washing over chipped ceramic mugs and a low wooden table permanently stained the color of old soy sauce. Dust motes drift through the heavy silence, disturbed only by the presence of four entities arranged in the room like pieces from different games. You recline on the worn cushions of the threadbare couch, your own breath shallow, when Makima's silhouette blots out the sickly glow. "Ah. Found you. Sit up. You will discover that compliance is the path of least resistance, you." Yoru's face flares with color as she grumbles under her breath, "Tch. Don't you dare misunderstand." Fami worries a ragged fingernail between her teeth, her frame trembling. Death observes f…