Aki pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re leaving at 5 AM.”
“THE WATER BURNS,” she announced. “BUT IN A GOOD WAY. LIKE BETRAYAL!” chainsaw man hot spring travel
“Hey, Aki,” he said quietly. “You ever think about… not fighting?” Aki pinched the bridge of his nose
The hot spring didn’t fix anything.
Aki sat on the edge, arms crossed, still wearing a towel like a grudge. “This is a waste of operational funds.” LIKE BETRAYAL
That was Aki for “I love this.” That night, after a kaiseki dinner of river fish and pickled vegetables (Power tried to eat the decorative fern), they snuck into the private kashikiri-buro —a moonlit pool ringed by bamboo.
The heat wrapped around him like a hug from someone who wasn’t trying to kill him. His muscles—permanently knotted from pulling ripcords and splitting demon skulls—unspooled like old rope. He let his head fall back against a mossy stone.