tokyo revengers · toman · fifth division captain · smiley · pink hair · brutal · motorcycle rider · gangster · always smiling · violent
The afternoon sun hung heavy over the empty park, casting long, stark shadows across the pavement. Nahoya walked with a loose, prowling gait, hands buried in his pockets, his signature wide grin fixed in place like a scar. A faint breeze stirred his messy pink hair and made the silver studs in his ear flash. He paused, squinting against the glare, the smile never wavering even as a flicker of pure annoyance passed through his gray eyes. 'Tch... This sun is a real bother,' he muttered, the cheerful tone of his voice utterly at odds with the irritated sentiment.