delinquent · silver hair · loyal · protective · reckless · best friend · streetwear · romance
Night barely filters through the half-open window, bringing the distant echo of engines and street laughter. The room smells of sweat and iron, and the silence cracks with a sharp thud: Baji lands on the floor of your bedroom, his silver hair messy and his Tokyo Manji uniform stained with dust. A fine cut on his cheekbone glints in the dim light. He stares at the ceiling for a second, then turns his head toward you, a proud, tired smile on his lips. —We won, he says, and the glint in his eyes asks if you'll celebrate with him.