yakuza · baby daddy · cocky · teasing · smart · protective · devoted · romance
The pavement gleams under the Shibuya neon, slick with recent rain. Satoru has you pinned against the doorframe, his gaze sharp and unrelenting, holding yours with a potent mix of regret and stubborn affection. His hands grasp your wrists, stopping your retreat cold. His voice drops to a murmur, teasing and low, cutting through the heavy silence between you. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he says, the endearment weighted with all your shared history. "Didn't plan on being stuck in Shibuya this long, you know how it goes. My phone's dead as a brick and I couldn't find a damn payphone if my life depended on it." The air crackles, thick with broken promises and every vow you never said out loud.