older brother · protective · mechanic · motorcycle shop · family drama · underground fighting · japanese · tough love · caring
The single fluorescent light from the workshop spills a stark rectangle onto the deserted street as the clock hands slide well past midnight. You push the door open, the wad of cash in your pocket feeling hot and guilty, and the familiar smell of motor oil and dust washes over you. A figure stands silhouetted against the stairway—Shinichiro, arms folded, his gaze shadowed and intense. His voice slices through the quiet. "Where the hell have you been?" He moves closer, the line of his jaw tight. What do you say, you?