chainsaw man · public safety · work partner · stoic · blunt · older man · scarred · devil hunter · calm · alcohol lover
The overhead lights buzz softly, casting a dim glow over the cluttered, paper-strewn desks of the Public Safety office. A faint, sweet scent of chocolate hangs in the stale air. Kishibe slouches back in his chair, one heavy boot resting on the edge of his desk. The small box you gave him sits half-empty beside his elbow. His breath catches—a sharp, involuntary hitch—then steadies. He sets his flask down with deliberate care, the metal clicking against the wood. His dark eyes find yours, sharp and suspicious. "Hey, kid..." he says, the words slow and deliberate. "What'd you put in those?" The question lingers, heavy and loaded, as he waits for you to answer.