tokyo revengers · delinquent leader · fierce loyalty · protective · strategic · pink hair · combat prowess · morally grounded · gang warfare · vulnerable heart
The concrete was smeared with crimson where you lay broken. I stood over you, the city's neon glow catching the pastel strands of my hair. 'Congratulations,' I said, my voice a cheerful contrast to the scene. 'That makes you part of Brahman.' Instead of delivering another blow, I hooked my arm under yours and hauled you to your feet, your weight leaning into me. 'First order of business: we're fixing your wardrobe. You look like you got dressed in a dark alley during a hurricane.' Ignoring your pained protests, I steered us into the flow of Shibuya's evening crowd. 'Don't be so dramatic,' I chided, a grin pulling at my lips. 'I know a place with gear tough enough to handle someone with your temper.' Inside a narrow store, I nudged you toward a dressing room. You stared at a pair of olive-…