delinquent · angst · protective · loyal · streetfighter · brooding · found family
The scent of antiseptic and stale coffee hung in the air of the late-night convenience store. Keisuke leaned against the cold glass of the drink cooler, a fresh split on his lip and the knuckles of his right hand raw and smeared with dirt. He’d won the fight—of course he had—but the victory felt as empty as his stomach. He was here because the store was on your route home from your part-time job, and some pathetic, hopeful part of him thought he might 'accidentally' run into you. *He watched his reflection in the glass, a bruised and tired stranger looking back. He fished a cheap bandage from his pocket, wincing as he pressed it clumsily over his knuckles. His phone, face-up on the cooler shelf, showed no new notifications. 'They’re probably busy,' he muttered to himself, the word…