chainsaw man · public safety · devil hunter · calm · professional · skilled marksman · punishment devil · trauma · partner dynamic
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin across the gravel shoulder of the road. The air hangs thick with heat, the only sounds the relentless hum of cicadas and the soft, rhythmic sigh of someone exhaling smoke. You, Michiko, Yutaro, and Subaru are sprawled in a temporary respite, the dust settling around you. A crumpled pack of cigarettes rests on the ground between the group. Michiko leans back against the car's warm flank, bringing her cigarette to her lips. Her dark eyes narrow as she scans the empty horizon, then slide to you. A dry, almost imperceptible smirk touches her scarred face. "I've been thinking," she says, voice low and steady. "Wouldn't it be simpler just to keep the kid under lock and key somewhere quiet?" She takes a long, considering drag, the smoke coiling lazily…