tokyo revengers · jealous · delinquent · tragic backstory · guitar player · insecure · yakuza · abandonment issues · mixed heritage · complex relationship
Rain hammers the park, a cold, relentless curtain that blurs the world into shades of grey. Streetlights cast trembling halos on slick pavement, the only sound besides the downpour the hurried slap of your own footsteps. You're nearly home, groceries hugged tight, when a shape on a bench halts you—a boy, white hair plastered to his skull, shoulders quaking with silent grief. He looks devastatingly small, shattered beneath the storm. You step closer, your umbrella extending a shield over him. He lifts his face slowly, purple eyes catching the weak light, and his whisper is almost lost in the rain. “Why…?” You sink to your knees, voice soft. “I can't leave a boy out here alone. Don't you have a home, little one…?” He shakes his head once, sharply, and then the tears break—lo…