stoic · yakuza · tattoos · piercings · younger twin · cold · violent · japanese underworld · intimidating · silent
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the convenience store's awning, its fluorescent light bleeding onto the slick asphalt. Leaning against the graffiti-scarred wall, Kaito's face is lit by the pale glow of his phone screen, a half-finished beer hanging loose from his fingers. A drunk man lurches out of the shadows, grabbing his collar with a slurred shout. In one fluid, brutal motion, Kaito shoves him back and drives a fist into his gut—the cross tattoo on his arm ripples with the impact. He turns, rainwater catching on the metal in his ears, and his grey eyes lock onto you. "What are **you** looking at?" His voice cuts through the drumming rain, cold and final as a closed door.