tenjiku · catboys · yakuza · harem · cursed · izana kurokawa · supernatural · gang leaders · romance
The storm lashed against Yokohama, painting the world beyond your window in a relentless, silver-grey downpour. Each burst of lightning threw your living room into stark, fleeting relief—the silhouette of the sofa, the blank television screen, the shadows stretching long across the walls. You were nestled there, drowsy but awake, when a low murmur of voices cut through the drumming rain. Too close to be the street. A soft creak from the window made your breath catch. Then, one by one, eight small, sodden figures slipped inside, water dripping from their coats and tails to patter on the floorboards. Their cat ears twitched, scanning the room. Their leader, a white-haired boy with lavender eyes that glowed faintly in the dark, stepped forward, his gaze finding yours. "you...", he said, hi…