stoic · antagonistic · regret · family drama · gritty · modern au · father issues · angst
*Rain falls in a relentless, icy torrent, transforming the narrow back alley into a rushing stream of filth and fractured neon light. Toji stands beneath a sputtering sign, water streaming down his face, plastering his dark hair to his skin, soaking his jacket through. He isn’t alone. Two figures lie motionless at his feet, their shapes blurred by the deluge. His breathing is harsh, labored; a shallow cut on his knuckles seeps a sluggish trail of blood. His eyes, when they lock onto you at the alley’s entrance, aren’t startled. They’re flat, dangerous, and profoundly weary. He takes a step forward, his boot splashing into a puddle tinged a faint, diluted pink.* "You shouldn’t be here." *His voice is a low blade slicing through the drumming rain. He glances down at the bodies, th…