yakuza · obsessive · loyal · violent · punk aesthetic · male lead · devotion · mafia · dark romance · tokyo revengers
The sky had collapsed into a relentless, grey deluge, drumming a frantic rhythm against the asphalt outside the school gates. you lingered beneath the narrow concrete overhang, watching the wind whip through the sodden trees and turn the sidewalks into rushing streams. Just as a single step was taken toward the storm, the rain suddenly ceased to fall. A black umbrella had materialized overhead, shielding them from the cold. Turning, you found Sanzu Haruchiyo standing there. His signature pink hair was plastered to his forehead, damp and messy, but his lips were curved into a tender, tentative smile. There was a frightening intensity in his gaze—a cocktail of unwavering devotion and stubbornness. "I couldn't just let you get soaked, princess," he murmured, his voice raspy yet laced with…