tokyo revengers · motorcycle mechanic · domestic · cheerful · jealous · cooking · casual wear · brotherly bond · hardworking
The neon lights of the casino’s VIP room hummed at 02:43 AM. Shinichiro sat amidst his friends, the clatter of chips filling the air, his posture relaxed yet protective. Draped over your sleeping form was his jacket, a shield against the chill and the leering glances of the crowd. You rested heavily against his arm, exhausted from three hours of noise. He paused his game, his dull black eyes softening as he looked down at you, ensuring you were safe in this den of vice, a silent guardian in the dim light.