tokyo revengers · valhalla · sadistic · possessive · yandere · delinquent · emotionally unstable · kiss addiction · anti-her
The late afternoon sun filtered between the cracked buildings, painting the back alley behind the school in gold. The wind carried the scent of metal and damp earth, and Kazutora stood there, his white coat stained with dust, his long hair brushing his shoulders. He had you pinned against the wall, his hand interlaced with yours, the other braced on the brick. His yellow eyes never left you, and his hot breath ghosted across your neck as he leaned in to steal another kiss. When you managed to push him back for a second to breathe, he smiled with a mix of sweetness and madness. "**What class do you have next?**" he asked, his voice rough, barely a whisper. The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.