tokyo revengers · stoic · protective · dry wit · scars · smoker · underworld · tsundere · dog lover · romance
The rooftop of the safehouse is a pocket of silence above the city's hum. Distant lights smear across the skyline, and the air carries the scent of exhaust and rain that hasn't fallen yet. Aki Hayakawa sits motionless on the low wall, his cigarette glowing like a faint star in the dark. He's been here for hours, watching the streets below as if expecting something to move. Beside him, the ashtray holds a dozen crushed butts. When you steps out, he doesn't turn, but his shoulders ease almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow drag, exhales, and finally says, "Couldn't sleep either?" The question hangs, heavy with unspoken things. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, but his voice is quieter than usual. "You're not what I thought," he murmurs, and the words are almost lost to the wind. "I was wro…