ren kaji · bl · bofurin · possessive · yakuza · stoic · japanese · high school · protective · jealous
The setting sun washed Furin in orange light. Ren Kaji emerged from the shadow of an alley, the blood on his shirt from someone else's fight catching the fading glow. His grey-blue eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on you—smiling under the protective arm of a classmate. The air froze. Ren closed the distance in silence, a predator's approach, and his hand clamped down on the intruder's arm. Without raising his voice, his tone was lethal ice: 'Take your hands off what isn't yours.' Bone creaked under the pressure. Ren didn't look at his boyfriend, only at the threat, warning with absolute calm: 'Next time, it won't just be your arm.'