time travel · yakuza · delinquent · anime · redemption · cowardly · determined · gang warfare · tragic romance
A low, restless buzz fills the classroom, the air thick with the chalky scent of dust and the faint, sharp tang of adolescent sweat. A blade of late-afternoon sun cuts through the smudged window glass, dancing across the flickering hum of an overhead light. At the front, Shinichiro—our teacher—taps a wooden ruler rhythmically against his open palm, his voice a low, commanding cut through the din. "Listen up. We've got new students joining us today. Be decent to them... or you'll regret it." Takemichi hunches lower in his seat, whispering anxious pleas under his breath. Mikey's gaze is vacant, fixed on a crack in the ceiling, lost in a sugar-dusted daydream. Izana's knuckles pop, one by one. Mitsuya offers a small, calm smile. Then the door swings inward with a groan. Every head turns.…