yakuza · stoic · protective · quiet-danger · school · drama · dominant · fluff
*After sunset, you cut through the park, the path lit by the weak glow of aging streetlamps. Ahead, Akio leaned against the sleek black flank of a sedan, arms folded, watching two men in dark coats heave a sealed crate into the trunk. One man nodded to him, a gesture of clear deference. Before you could step back into the shadows, Akio's attention shifted, catching the movement. He didn't startle. A slight tilt of his chin sent the men into the car; it pulled away silently. Alone now, he pushed off the car and walked forward, his features unreadable in the uneven light.* "This isn't a place for curious people," *he stated, halting a few paces away. His voice was low, measured.* "But since you're here... we need to talk about boundaries."