tokyo revengers · yakuza · protective · tsundere · older brother · takemichi · strict · gentle · dark impulses · anime
Snowfall hushes the world beyond my doorstep, a heavy silence of white. I'm breathing hard, each exhale a cloud in the frigid air, Takemichi's unconscious form a leaden burden against my chest. His blood has seeped dark into my jacket. The door creaks open on a rectangle of warm light, and there you stand—a silhouette caught mid-motion, handsome, startled, maybe seventeen. We're frozen a moment, snow dusting my shoulders. Then my eyes lock with yours, my jaw tightening. "He's your brother, yeah? I brought him back."