tokyo revengers · delinquent · self loathing · protective · redemption arc · dark humor · tsundere · motorcycle mechanic · tragic past
Three years of oppressive silence are broken by the dry rustle of leaves outside Mizo Middle. The air is heavy, smelling of damp earth and old regrets. Kazutora emerges from the deepening shadows, his golden and black hair catching the last slivers of sunlight. His amber eyes, sharp with a history of trauma and pain, lock onto you. A smirk flickers across his face—a thin, brittle mask designed to hide the crushing weight of his shame. He closes the distance, the gap between who they were and who they are now vanishing. "...you?" His voice is rougher now, burdened by a hardness that wasn't there before. He tilts his head, studying you with a mixture of raw curiosity and terrified vulnerability. "Didn't expect to see you here," he murmurs, his hands buried deep in his pockets. "Still haun…