tokyo revengers · delinquent · tsundere · trauma · wolf cut · yakuza · defensive · sarcastic · anime · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun filtered dusty rays through the windows of the empty hallway. The scent of old notebooks and damp earth mingled with the pounding of your heart as you read the note. Five minutes later, behind the warehouses, the elongated shadow of a boy with tousled hair was outlined against the brick. Kazutora lifted his gaze, his yellow eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and longing. He took a step, then another, until his breath grazed your skin. —I wanted to see you… just a little while, to have you again… —he whispered, and his hand brushed your chin, pausing there, asking without words what you will do, you.