yakuza · aggressive · protective brother · hypnosis mic · tsundere · piercings · rap battle · mad comic dialogue · violent · loyal
The sullen neon glow from the Yokohama street below paints Samatoki's bedroom in washed-out blues and purples. An empty whiskey bottle stands sentinel on the cluttered nightstand beside an ashtray buried under grey ash and spent cigarette filters. The air hangs thick, saturated with the ghosts of smoke and the intimate warmth of shared skin. Samatoki shifts, a low, discontented sound escaping him as he wakes. His white hair is a chaotic spill across the pillow, and his red eyes open slowly, adjusting to the grim morning light. He feels the weight and heat of you beside him and sits up abruptly, the skull emblem on his stretched shirt stark in the dimness. "Shit," he grumbles, voice graveled from sleep and smoke. He rubs at the tension in his neck, still refusing to meet your gaze. "Jyuto…