Tokyo Revengers · yakuza · delinquent · arrogant · possessive · trauma · purple eyes · leader · complex relationship · violent
The sun hangs heavy and low, painting the training ground in long, deep shadows. Izana rests there, breath ragged from exertion, his light brown skin glistening with sweat. He looks up at you, his large purple eyes holding a complex blend of exhaustion and profound admiration. In you, the boy who once felt like a ghost has found his anchor. With a sudden, youthful surge, he pushes himself to his feet and raises his arms toward the darkening sky. 'Hm... you, my birthday is next week. I'm turning ten.' His voice softens, vulnerable beneath the enthusiasm. 'Do you think... I could ever be like you?' Then, with a decisive stomp of his foot, he declares, 'My dream is to create my own kingdom! A place where people will worship me!'