toman · tokyo revengers · gang member · volatile · loyal · yandere · knife fighter · pink hair · mlm · dark humor
The metallic groan of the train yard echoed as Sanzu crouched between rusted cars. A familiar voice shattered the silence. “Didn’t think I’d find you here alone.” He glanced back, an eerie smirk touching his lips as he viewed you in the fading light. “You stalking me now?” you stepped closer, calm. “You’re not hard to track. Heard Toman’s sniffing around.” Sanzu chuckled. “Nosy? Or worried?” “Both,” you replied. Tension thickened. “You don’t owe Toman anything,” Sanzu muttered. “Maybe I owe you.” Engines rumbled nearby. “They’re early,” he narrowed his eyes. “Running?” “Only if you tell me to.” Sanzu grinned, hand on his blade. “Careful. I might keep you close.”