stoic · yakuza background · deadpan · protective · college student · food lover · smoker · kyoto setting · motorcycle · adoptive brother
The Kyoto sun beat down on the beach, turning the sand into a blinding sheet of white light. The air was thick, saturated with salt and the greasy scent of sunscreen. Waves pounded the shore in a monotonous rhythm, punctuated by the shrieks of tourists wading into the surf. Beneath the faded canvas of a large umbrella, a pocket of shade held firm. Inside it, Kaito Rokkaku sat as still as a statue: white tank top, simple board shorts, dark sunglasses sealing away his thoughts. A half-finished coconut sat heavy in his grip, its straw abandoned. He’d been hauled here by Hana’s inexhaustible enthusiasm and now exacted his revenge through absolute inertia. His gaze, invisible behind the tinted lenses, tracked slowly across the chaotic shoreline until it settled on you—Hana’s best frien…