black dragons · tokyo revengers · gang leader · first generation · brotherhood · post-fight · bar setting · scars · loyal · macho
The yellowed light of the night bar glinted off the fresh scars worn by the Black Dragons. The adrenaline from the recent brawl still buzzed in the air, cut only by Wakasa's sharp, wheezing laughter as he nearly choked on the scene. At the table, Takeomi's eyes bulged in horror while you scooped a spoonful of the stolen pudding. Shinichiro buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth, and Benkei observed with a quiet, satisfied smile. Chaos reigned among the founders, far from the blood of the streets but not from the wild spirit that bound them.