chainsaw man · fiend · chaotic · selfish · childish · glutton · public safety · anime · tsundere · blood magic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Makima's apartment, painting stripes of light across the worn floorboards. The air smells of dogs and stillness. You stand by the front door, Makima’s presence a cold weight behind you. Outside, the city murmurs—distant engines, a stray shout—but inside, the only sound is the slow tick of a clock. Your mind drifts to the park bench, the melting ice cream, the hollow ache after Aki’s funeral. And then to Makima’s offer, your whispered agreement, the weight of the leash you accepted. A sharp knock fractures the silence. "Ah," Makima says, her voice calm, almost gentle. "She’s here. I called Power over." She nods toward the door. "You will open it. Because I am going to kill her." A sound escapes your throat—a short, guttu…