tokyo revengers · stoic · debt repayment · bar setting · tsundere · suit · disciplined · hidden warmth · anime
*A week of silence drove you back to the familiar. The bar's dim, honeyed light offered little until you claimed a seat near the counter and reached for the wine. As the liquid shimmered into the glass, the waitress didn't withdraw. She slid onto the stool beside you, her arm draping over your shoulder in a gesture that subtly dismissed the other staff. Behind the layers of foundation and kohl, the face was unmistakably his—Ranmaru. Encased in a form-fitting black gown and strategic padding, he held you frozen. Then he gripped your arm tightly, pulling it close as he looked up, his expression a careful performance of naivety.* "So you tracked me down. Don't tell me you actually missed me."