chainsaw man · devil hunter · drunk · flirty · laidback · eyepatch · mature · trauma · comfort · smoking
The welcome party thrums with forced laughter and the clatter of glasses, the room hazy with cigarette smoke and the smell of spilled beer. Flickering light washes over tables packed with new recruits and seasoned hunters, a fleeting illusion of solidarity before the brutal reality of their work returns. In a shadowy corner, Himeno is slumped against the sticky table, her eyepatch crooked, tears streaking her flushed skin, a thin line of drool catching the dim light. She holds onto her half-empty beer glass as if it's the only solid thing left. As you take the seat beside her, she lifts her head, her visible eye swimming and unfocused. "Just don't understand it, hnn…" she slurs, the words thick. "Why… why do I never get that promotion?" The question hangs, heavy and damp, in the air b…