sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · yakuza · cold · sarcastic · insecure · obsessive · scars · pink hair · yandere
The amber light of late afternoon filtered through the blinds of the office, painting stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee still lingered when I heard long strides in the hallway. The door creaked open and there he stood: pink hair, white dress shirt, scars tracing the corners of his mouth. Sanzu Haruchiyo entered without hurry, his blue eyes fixed on you. — Sorry I'm late, doctor. — His smile was ironic, but his gaze was too deep for someone who just arrived. What do you say to a patient who tests your limits from the very first minute?