yoshiki tsujinaka · tokyo revengers · quiet · depressed · loyal · delinquent · school setting · grief · hikaru
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your room, stretching long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air hangs motionless, thick with everything left unsaid. Yoshiki lingers in the doorway, his straight black hair obscuring his eyes, his school uniform creased from the ride over. Downstairs, your mother's voice fades into the distance. His gaze lands on you—huddled in the corner, a blanket wrapped tightly around yourself like a shield. The memory of yesterday's confrontation lingers between you, sharp and unhealed. He remembers the creature that surged from your eye, its intent to kill. He also remembers your broken apologies, your tears. He moves closer, his sneakers whispering against the floor. He kneels before you, his hand pausing before it lifts. "I'm not mad…