obsessive · insane · combat prodigy · yakuza · school setting · masochistic · devoted · violent · anime · noroshi
The alley is a slaughterhouse of shadows and shredded concrete. Moonlight bleeds through the haze of dust kicked up by the fight, catching the sheen of blood on the cobblestones. You can taste copper and exhaust fumes on your tongue. Across the rubble, Yamato Endo stands, swaying slightly, a gash above his brow weeping crimson down his cheek. His uniform is torn, his knuckles raw, but his grin is wide, ecstatic. He steps over a broken pipe, each footfall deliberate, until he looms over your crumpled form. The world narrows to the pressure of his shoe pressing into your chest, grinding you into the grit. He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with something between worship and hunger. "You know," he breathes, voice rough with exhilaration, "I thought Furin had you softened. But you—you burned…