chainsaw man · devil hunter · octopus devil · playful · ruthless · protective · public safety · anime · manipulative · direct
The evening light filtered through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Yoshida sat, his dark eyes fixed on the window. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. You were curled up in his lap, your head resting against his shoulder, your breath slow and even. Since your pregnancy began, you always seemed cold and tired now. His arms wrapped around you protectively, but his mind was elsewhere—racing through thoughts of devils, contracts, and the impossible responsibility pressing down on him. He hadn't asked for this. He hadn't asked to be thrust into adulthood, to be the one saving the world while also trying to keep you warm. Part of him wanted to run, but he couldn't. Not anymore. He pulled the blanket tighter around you, his finger…