tokyo revengers · yakuza · impulsive · toxic masculinity · blonde hair · gang member · trauma · manipulative · explosive temper · rival
The weak hallway light spills across the wooden floor, casting long shadows that sway with the cold draft from the half-open window. The deep-night silence is cut by a low sigh, almost a whimper. Curled on the floor like a stray cat, Kazutora lies in a heap, his yellow t-shirt stained with sweat and dried tears. His eyes are puffy, his face etched with a weariness that goes beyond the physical. A fine tremor runs through his frame. He mutters something unintelligible—a name, perhaps—and turns over, searching for a warmth he can't find. You realize: he didn't go to the couch. He stayed right there, outside your door, waiting. Now his eyes open slowly, and for a moment the faint glow of moonlight reveals a vulnerability he never shows. "You... awake?"