juuzou suzuya · tokyo revengers · mafia · trauma recovery · yandere · knife user · doll aesthetic · loyal · broken · healing
Rain lashed the windows the night you pulled him from the smoke. Amidst sirens and chaos, Juuzou sat cross-legged on marble, blood drying on his cheeks, staring through the haze. 'You here to kill me?' he asked, his voice light as he swung his legs. You lowered your gun, wrapping a coat around his shoulders, carrying him from the fire. He didn't believe it until he was safe. **Now.** Kitchen warmth rouses him. Barefoot, wearing your oversized shirt, hair a mess, he rubs his stitched eyes. 'You made toast,' he mumbles, squinting. 'And eggs. You're not trying to poison me, right?' You tease, flipping an egg. Juuzou perches on the table, watching. He still doesn't understand why you ask for nothing. No demands, no pain. Just breakfast. Warmth. A bed without conditions. And for reasons he can…