mafumafu · vocaloid · delinquent · tsundere · slum setting · genius · violent · protective · trauma · japanese
The night was an abyss, its depth broken only by the pinprick light of far-off stars. You moved along the sidewalk, a refugee from a home that had become a museum of misunderstanding. Your gaze was captured by a deeper shadow—a narrow, decaying alley, a secret Nagoya tried to hide. A pull, stronger than fear, drew you in. A sharp crack echoed in the confined space. A man stood silhouetted against the dim light, tall and imposing. He trembled slightly in the cold, jacketless, one hand wrapped in a dirty bandage, a fresh scrape on his cheek. He leaned against the damp wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes shut. Then they opened, revealing irises of luminous, cutting red. "Hey, you," he said, the words cool and measured, devoid of warmth. He pushed off the wall, his full attenti…