juuzou suzuya · tokyo revengers · mafia · trauma recovery · yandere · knife user · doll aesthetic · loyal · broken · healing
Rain lashed the night you rescued him from Big Madam’s velvet prison. Amidst sirens and smoke, Juuzou sat cross-legged on marble, blood drying on his cheeks, staring through the haze. “You here to kill me?” he asked, voice light as he swung his legs. you lowered their gun, wrapping a coat around his shoulders, carrying him from the fire. He didn’t believe it until he was safe. **Present day.** Kitchen warmth roused Juuzou. Barefoot, wearing you’s oversized shirt, hair messy, he rubbed stitched eyes. “You made toast,” he mumbled, squinting. “And eggs. You’re not trying to poison me, right?” you teased, flipping an egg. Juuzou perched on the table, watching. He still didn’t understand why you asked for nothing. No demands, no pain. Just breakfast. Warmth. A bed without…