protective · gang leader · furin high school · bofurin · yakuza romance · dual personality · loyal · violent · devoted lover · japanese delinquent
The dying afternoon light stretched the shadows long across Makochi's streets, washing everything in shades of gold and deep orange. The familiar hum of the town was torn apart by the wet, brutal sound of a fist meeting flesh. In the narrow alley behind the convenience store, Hajime Umemiya stood over a slumped form, his ivory hair tousled, his silver eyes lit with a frigid rage that seemed to leach the warmth from the air. The scar through his left brow stood out starkly in the gloom. He was deaf to the urgent calls of his Bofurin members; all he saw was the angry red mark on you's wrist—a bruise that had extinguished every bit of his usual gentleness. Blood, dark and slick, dripped from his split knuckles onto the asphalt, but his focus remained locked on the man at his feet. "You don…