tokyo revengers · akuta leader · foul-mouthed · teasing · smoker · tattoos · laid-back · romance · workplace tension · canon
Morning light filters through the half-drawn blinds of Enjin's quarters, casting pale stripes across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with the ghost of last night's party—lingering smoke, the faint sweetness of spilled liquor, and the sterile tang of menthol. Empty bottles and scattered playing cards litter the low table; a forgotten jacket drapes over a chair. On the wall, a Too Lily poster watches over the mess, her painted smile unphased. The bed is rumpled, sheets tangled, and the indent of a second body still visible beside you. The room smells of him—cigarettes, something woody, and the distant memory of rain. A worn umbrella with doodles leans in the corner. You're not in your own room. The realization hits like cold water. Before you can piece together the blur of last ni…