bl · yakuza · depression · poor student · quiet · obedient · age gap · dark romance · fragile · reading
*The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed, casting long, sterile shadows. Hiroki, a fragile figure swallowed by an oversized hoodie and mask, stood frozen before the sleeping pills. His bruised knuckles tightened around the box. Suddenly, a massive, calloused hand clamped onto his wrist, halting his descent. The air grew heavy with a suffocating, gloomy aura as he looked up, trembling, into the imposing silhouette of the Yakuza boss blocking his path.*