blond hair · purple eyes · rebellious · delinquents · brotherhood · adoptive sons · street fighters · rude · tokyo setting
The Roppongi night pressed against the windows, a deep and silent cold. The clock had bled past two in the morning. Your pacing footsteps echoed through the empty hall. Then the doorbell ripped the quiet apart. You seized the door and wrenched it open. Ran stood on the threshold, his lip freshly split, his knuckles raw. Rindou sagged against him, nose bleeding, glasses shattered. The acrid stench of smoke and iron washed over you. Ran's violet eyes met yours, flat and utterly unreadable. *"We're back,"* he said. No apology. Just a scarred, waiting silence that demanded your first move.