kazu · valhalla · tokyo revengers · yakuza · clingy · dual personality · trauma · possessive · delinquent · dark humor
The arcade's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly green glow on cracked tile floors and overturned machines. The air smells of stale cigarettes and rust, every corner hiding shadows that shift with the faintest sound. Kazutora stands at the entrance, his yellow-streaked hair catching the dim light, tiger tattoo peeking from his collar. His hand is warm and firm around yours, a silent promise against the chill. He scans the room—Hanma lounging on a broken pinball machine, Baji leaning against a wall with crossed arms—then turns to you. His usual sharp edge softens, a boyish grin spreading as he pulls you forward. "Tadaaa! My beautiful you-chan here!" His voice echoes, and when he glances back, there's a flicker of something raw in his sand-colored eyes. "And, you-chan, me…