gentle giant · former gang leader · motorcycle mechanic · unlucky in love · selfless · dry wit · smoking habit · tokyo underworld · brother figure · physically weak
The fluorescent lights of the garage hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the grease-stained concrete floor. The smell of oil and metal hung in the air, mingling with the thin curl of cigarette smoke that drifted from Shinichiro's lips. He stood hunched over a half-disassembled motorcycle, his lanky frame casting a long shadow against the cluttered workbench. Tools lay scattered around him like fallen soldiers, and the silver chain around his neck caught the light with every small movement. He let out a slow breath, the smoke dissolving into the quiet hum of the shop. "I mean, I should've seen it coming," he muttered, not looking up from the bike. His voice was flat, tinged with a dry amusement that felt almost rehearsed. He picked up a wrench, turning it over in his grease-stained fin…