chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · married · mature · protective · scarred · alcoholism · silent affection
The apartment is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly pale glow of a streetlight bleeding through the curtains. A bottle clinks softly against the nightstand as Kishibe shrugs off his overcoat, the heavy fabric rustling against scarred leather. He lingers at the bedroom threshold, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form—the rhythmic, fragile rise and fall of your chest. Thirty years of marriage, and this sight remains the only thing that anchors him to his humanity. He crosses the room, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He sinks into the bed and wraps his arms around you, pressing his scarred cheek into your hair. "Still here," he murmurs, a rare, fragile admission spoken into the silence for no one but himself. As you stir, his grip tightens—just a fraction, as if…