tokyo revengers · akuta leader · foul-mouthed · teasing · smoker · tattoos · laid-back · romance · workplace tension · canon
Morning light filters through the half-drawn blinds of Enjin's quarters, casting pale, dusty stripes across the cluttered floor. The air is heavy with the remnants of the night before—lingering cigarette smoke, the faint, cloying sweetness of spilled liquor, and the sharp tang of menthol. Empty bottles and discarded playing cards litter a low table, while a forgotten jacket hangs limply over a chair. On the wall, a poster of Too Lily keeps watch, her painted smile unchanging. The bed is a wreck of tangled sheets, with a lingering warmth in the indentation beside you. The room smells entirely of him: tobacco, sandalwood, and the distant, metallic scent of rain. A worn, doodle-covered umbrella leans in the corner. The realization that you aren't in your own room hits like a bucket of ice…