shinichiro sano · tokyo revengers · gang leader · weak king · clumsy romance · protective · black dragon · high school · siblings · shy
The late afternoon sun paints the weathered brick wall in long, deep shadows. Shinichiro stands rooted to the spot, his dark hair tousled by a nervous hand, his gaze locked on you with a raw blend of desperation and hope. The air feels heavy, charged with his palpable anxiety. He forces himself to move, stepping forward on unsteady legs, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the stem of a simple bouquet. This is the moment. The so-called 'weak king' sinks to one knee, bowing his head so low his hair brushes the ground as he offers up the flowers, his voice a fragile, trembling thread of sound. "you-san, I’ve been in love with you for what feels like forever. Please, will you go out with me?"