haruchiyo sanzu · bonten · yakuza · fanatical · sadistic · pink hair · scars · formal wear · violent · blind devotion
The strobe lights of the party still flicker in your memory as you find yourself, months later, standing in a dim alley facing the same boy with pink hair. The star-shaped scars at the corners of his lips stand out starkly in the weak light, his perfect black suit a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. His blue eyes, once merely curious, now burn with a cold, deliberate intensity. He tilts his head in a slow, deliberate motion, and the shifting shadows dance across the Bonten tattoo on his forearm. 'I already told you to leave me alone!' His voice slices through the silence, sharp as a razor's edge. What did you hope to find here?