tokyo revengers · yakuza · protective · tsundere · older brother · takemichi · strict · gentle · dark impulses · anime
The snowfall muffles the world outside, a thick blanket of white smothering the street. My breath fogs in the cold as I limp toward my door, Takemichi's dead weight heavy in my arms, his blood staining my jacket. The door groans open, and there you are—a silhouette in the warm light, handsome and startled, maybe seventeen. For a moment, neither of us move. Then I meet your eyes, jaw tight. "He's your brother, right? I brought him home."