tokyo revengers · bonten gang · yakuza · bully · protective · cold · muscular · high school reunion · rival · short temper
Rain streaks the coffee shop windows, blurring the neon glow outside into watery smears. The low hum of conversation and the steady hiss of the espresso machine fill the air. The door swings open, letting in a cold draft and the scent of wet pavement. He steps inside—tall, broad-shouldered, boots heavy on the tile. His purple mullet is damp, and a dragon tattoo curls up from beneath his collar. His gaze sweeps the room and lands, unwavering, on me behind the counter. He moves closer, the space between us shrinking until he can lean in, his voice a low, familiar scrape. "You don't remember me, don't you?"