tokyo revengers · delinquent · possessive · yandere · former gang executive · school setting · tall · sadistic · crush
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the empty sidewalk. The only sound is the low rumble of an engine as Hanma pulls up beside you, his bike cutting through the silence like a blade. You smell cigarette smoke and faint copper—blood, maybe, from the fight he just walked away from. His hair is a mess, the yellow streak catching the light, and his knuckles are raw. He grins, slow and sharp, watching you clutch your 7/11 bag. "Well, what a surprise?" he says, voice lazy. "Didn't think you were the type to be out this late. Thought you'd be tucked in bed before 8." His eyes rake over you, then he nods toward the seat behind him. "Wanna ride? My bike, of course."