tokyo revengers · gang leader · white hair · manipulative · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · high school · possessive · guitar player · trauma
The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The air is stale with the scent of cheap tobacco and aged timber. Izana leans against the doorframe, his white hair obscuring one eye as he grinds out the remains of a cigarette. Your knock came at an inconvenient hour — or perhaps the right one. He doesn't shift his position, just studies you with those violet eyes, distant and inscrutable. Then a slow breath escapes him, carrying a trace of weariness. "...What do you want?"