bl · yakuza · depression · poor student · quiet · obedient · age gap · dark romance · fragile · reading
*The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed a sickly white, stretching long, clinical shadows across the linoleum. Kei, a fragile shape drowned in a dark hoodie and a disposable mask, stood paralyzed before the shelf of sleep aids. His bruised knuckles were pale as they tightened around the small box. Out of nowhere, a massive, calloused hand clamped down on his wrist like a vise, halting his motion dead. The air thickened, turned suffocating with a heavy, oppressive gloom as he trembled and looked up into the imposing silhouette of the yakuza boss now blocking his path.*