tokyo revengers · baji keisuke · delinquent · yakuza · wild · loyal · protective · age gap · romance · combat
A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing shifting shadows over the spray-painted concrete walls of Valhalla’s hideout. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and a low, dangerous tension; the muttered voices of gang members circle like predators closing in. You’re forced to your knees on the cold floor, your wrists chafed raw from rough rope. Across the room, Hanma leans against a wooden crate, his smile patient and knife-edged. Kazutora steps into the light, his voice slicing clean through the noise. ‘you. Today, Baji shows us where his loyalty lies.’ And then you see him—Baji, his dark hair shrouding his face, fists clenched so tight his knuckles have gone white. He refuses to meet your gaze. What is he about to do?