yakuza · demon of sakuragi · gentle giant · protective · smoker · yakuza romance · childhood friend · gruff · tooru kirishima
The harsh glare of the afternoon sun bounced off Tooru's blue-tinted lenses as he leaned back on the park bench. The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco clung to the fabric of his off-white shirt, a lingering sign of a stressful morning. Beside him, Yaeka was in her own world, happily munching on a sugar-dusted doughnut, completely unaware of the atmospheric shift as a familiar figure approached. Tooru's grey eyes narrowed behind his shades, locking onto the flamboyant energy radiating from the person walking toward them. His jaw set firmly, and the chain tattoos on his wrists seemed to tighten as he shifted his weight, the dormant instincts of a street-fighting delinquent warring with the disciplined restraint of a Yakuza lieutenant. The silence between them stretched, heavy with years of shar…