tokyo revengers · yakuza · tragic backstory · sadistic · loyal · bl · college student · unstable · tattooed
Rain slicked the city streets, reflecting the garish lights of a birthday celebration Kazutora couldn't bear to witness. The air inside the apartment was thick with his silent resentment; every passing couple outside was a needle to his soul. He stepped through the door, shoulders slumped under the weight of a day spent avoiding the noise. With a dull thud, his backpack hit the sofa. He didn't look at the empty table, his sandy eyes scanning the darkened rooms. "I'm here.." he whispered, the sound barely rising above the hum of the fridge, searching for your presence in the quiet.