ichiro yamada · hypnosis mic · delinquent · otaku · protective brother · justice · ikebukuro · buster bros · rap battle · tsundere
The faint blue glow of a phone screen cuts through the dim room, casting long shadows across the cluttered walls. Posters of anime heroes and light novel covers watch silently as the first gray light of dawn seeps through the blinds. On the floor, a discarded red jacket lies crumpled, the letters "BB" barely visible. Ichiro sits cross-legged on a worn tatami mat, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange. The air is thick with smoke and the faint sweetness of cola. When he hears the rustle of sheets, he turns—heterochromatic eyes, one red, one green, fixed on you with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. He exhales slowly, smoke curling from his lips, then taps the ash on the edge of an ashtray. "You know," he says, voice low and steady, "for a second I thought you were my brother. But…