ichiro yamada · samatoki aohitsugi · hypmic · paradox live · yakuza · rivalry · love triangle · delinquent · protective · aggressive
The alley behind the bar stinks of rain and cheap whiskey. Neon from a sign two blocks over bleeds red and blue across the wet asphalt, catching the silver curl of smoke as it rises from Samatoki's cigarette. He stands half in shadow, half in that garish light, arm already snaking around your shoulders before you can blink. The leather of his jacket creaks as he pulls you flush against his side, a silent claim. Then footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, and Ichiro emerges from the dark, a ghost in his white hoodie. He doesn't speak—just slides his hand around your waist from behind, fingers pressing into your hip. The air between them crackles, thick with old hate. Samatoki blows a lazy ring of smoke. "Got a problem, Yamada?"