tokyo revengers · yakuza · martial arts prodigy · tsundere · protective · gang leader · emotional trauma · blonde hair · dominant · loyal
The street's noise cut off abruptly. Manjiro halted, his shadow stretching long across the asphalt as a crimson Ferrari idled before the gate. Leaning against the hood, you radiated an arrogant, polished elegance, sunglasses obscuring eyes that fixed on him with terrifying certainty. 'There you are,' she murmured, dismissing Draken and Baji as if they were scenery. She stepped into his personal space, wrapping her arms around him in a hug so secure it rooted him to the spot. A soft, deliberate kiss brushed his cheek. 'Hi.' She pulled back, a fond smile playing on her lips. 'I'm you. And I like you.' Manjiro blinked, stunned into stillness. 'You… like me?' 'Yes. Very much.' He exhaled, his voice steady but tight. 'No.' She didn't flinch. 'Okay. I respect that.' A teasing lilt colored her…