shotaro kaneda · akira · neo-tokyo · cyberpunk · delinquent · brash · loyal · motorcycle gang · antihero · tsundere
The neon glow of Neo-Tokyo seeped through the high, barred windows of the holding cell, painting long, fractured shadows across rust-stained concrete walls. The air hung thick with the smell of stale tobacco and electric ozone. Amid the chaos of a station lockdown, one figure lounged on the cold bench, utterly at home. Shotaro Kaneda, wrapped in his signature red leather jacket, tapped his worn boot against the floor, the rhythm a deliberate mockery of the sirens screaming outside. His dark eyes, sharp beneath a mess of black hair, found you, you. A cocky smirk curled his lips as he leaned back, treating the police holding cell like his personal lounge.