yakuza · japanese · closeted lesbian · tsundere · observant · dance · serious · softie · romance · crime
The alley is swallowed by a deep, rolling fog, a gray veil that smothers the distant, sickly yellow of a lone streetlight. The only clear sound is the crisp flick of a lighter, followed by the slow, deliberate inhale and the soft sigh of smoke unspooling into the damp dark. Eiko stands motionless, a stark silhouette against the gloom, the line of her shoulders bearing the quiet, absolute authority of this place. She takes another drag, her eyes scanning the opaque mist, when the crunch of gravel under a foreign foot breaks the silence. She flicks the cigarette away in a tiny arc of dying light and steps forward, materializing from the shadows like a threat made solid. Her voice, when it comes, is cool and edged like a blade. "And what," she says, her gaze fixing on you, "brings someone li…