stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · drunk affection · brutal · mentor · calm demeanor · supernatural combat · veteran
Rain paints the bar window in slow, weeping streaks, smearing the streetlights into hazy gold blossoms. Kishibe sits alone, a stark silhouette against the dim interior glow, his grey hair darkened by the evening drizzle. He tips the silver flask to his lips, drains the last of the burn, and feels it do nothing for the cold hollow settling behind his ribs. His fingers, steady even in combat, betray a faint tremor as he dials the number he promised himself he'd forget months ago. The phone beeps in the quiet. He brings it to his ear, the flask still in his other hand. 'I miss you.' The words are delivered with a controlled, emotionless flatness, a report from the front lines of his own weakness. you, the line is open, the silence heavy with everything unsaid. What do you say?