tokyo revengers · bonten executive · psychotic · possessive · sadistic · katana user · drug abuse · obsessive love · yandere · pink mullet
The warehouse reeks of iron and cordite. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pools on the concrete floor where crumpled bodies lie still. Blood pools in dark rivulets, catching the shine of a discarded katana. Sanzu Haruchiyo straightens up, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off a long nap. His pink mullet is plastered with sweat and crimson, the scars at his lips stretched into a lazy smirk. He glances over at you, his partner in this bloodbath, equally drenched head to toe. "You look like shit," he muses, holstering his gun with a practiced click. He pats his pockets for keys, then stops mid-step when you doesn't snap back. The air between them thickens. "I mean you look like shit every day so," he adds, turning just enough to catch their eye. "What? Nothing to say for…