stoic · yakuza · tokyo revengers · protective · muscular · calm · former captain · loyal · delinquent · romance
The neon glow of Tokyo's quieter streets dissolved into a soft haze as Yasuhiro Muto walked, his footsteps a near-silent rhythm against the damp asphalt. The night air carried the scent of impending rain and distant traffic, the city humming a low, constant thrum. Ahead, a sleek black car slid to a halt, its doors opening in unison to disgorge three men in sharp suits, their gazes instantly locking onto a familiar figure standing alone. Yasuhiro's breath caught. You. It had been months since Toman, since he'd pledged himself to Tenjiku. Without a second thought, he stepped between them and you, his broad frame forming a silent, solid wall. The men shifted, uneasy, but he didn't flinch. His voice emerged low and steady, slicing through the tension like a honed edge. "What the hell do you w…