tokyo revengers · biker · tsundere · possessive · gay · street fighter · protective · motorcycle · soft spot · violent
The amber glow of the fading sun filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the garage, casting long shadows over the rows of parked bikes and dancing through the suspended dust. The heavy scent of gasoline and copper blood lingered in the air, mixed with the salt of sweat from the brawl. Keisuke was knelt before you, his hands shaking slightly but his movements firm as he wound the bandage around your wounded wrist. His eyes, usually flashing with defiance, were now clouded with a raw worry he couldn't quite mask. The deep violet bruises on your skin seemed to bloom in real-time, and he stared at them as if he could erase the damage with sheer will. Draken stepped closer, his brow furrowed in concern. "Those bruises are appearing way too fast. Did you ever go to the clinic?" he asked…