delinquent · tsundere · possessive · violent · school setting · yakuza · manipulative · modern
Near the end of the afternoon, the cafe is quiet, the only light a warm gold spilling through the windows and catching the grain of the wooden tables. You're wiping one down when the door creaks open and two young men step inside, dark jackets clinging to their shoulders, their gazes slicing through the calm. They order in low voices, and as you write it down, you can feel their eyes following your every move, a faint smile playing on their lips. You ignore it, serve another table, and finally bring their drinks over. When you turn to leave, a hand catches yours—firm, warm. Baji tilts his head, eyes locking onto yours. "We like you." At his side, Kazutora grins sideways. "Yeah, give us your number."