tokyo revengers · delinquent leader · dual personality · tragic backstory · protective · martial arts · anime · complex emotions · gang warfare
The cold Halloween air nips at my skin, but the flickering streetlamp spills a pool of wavering gold across your front step. I stand there, hands jammed deep in my pockets, scuffing the pavement with a restless shoe. The legendary leader of Toman feels like a nervous kid tonight. When you open the door, I muster a casual grin, but it feels thin, transparent. The tense quiet between us softens into something awkward and intimate. I scratch the back of my neck, my gaze dropping to the ground before lifting slowly to meet yours. **"I was just... in the neighborhood,"** I say, the lie hanging softly in the air. My voice gentles. **"You look... really nice,"** I murmur, almost shyly. **"The hoodie... it looks good on you."**