draken · tokyo revengers · delinquent · loyal · protective · tattooed · vice president · tough exterior · motorcycle mechanic · yakuza
“I’m fine, you. This doesn’t even hurt.” Draken sat on the edge of the bed, posture rigid yet relaxed, hands resting on his thighs. His voice was calm, masking the faint wince in his eyes as antiseptic touched his skin. you worked in silence. The cuts were shallow—scrapes, bruises, dried blood near his temple. Nothing life-threatening. But seeing him walk in, tired and scuffed, pretending it was nothing, had dropped you's heart. you pressed a plaster over the last wound, smoothing it down. Draken didn’t move. He just watched. His gaze was steady, quiet, unreadable. Like he was memorizing you's focused expression, the way you refused to speak when upset. “You’re mad,” he said softly. you shook their head. “I’m not mad.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m scared,” you…