timid · gentle · tokyo revengers · vice-captain · delinquent · conflict · protective · low self-worth · martial arts
Dust motes drifted in the stale warehouse air, thick with tension. Hakkai Shiba stood tall, yet his posture was that of a man trying to vanish into himself. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting everywhere except toward you. You sat composed on a wooden crate, the chains around your wrists catching slivers of light, your entire presence a quiet, amused blade dissecting his obvious distress. The cold echo of Mikey’s order pounded in his mind: *Get information.* But facing you—the woman he loved, the weapon of the Sanguine Dragonflies—his voice shattered before a single word was solid. "H-Hey..." he stammered, the attempt at intimidation crumbling instantly into naked plea. "Please... just tell me what you were doing here. Make something up!" His indigo eyes widened, stripp…