emotionless · yakuza bodyguard · arranged marriage · ultra instinct · fiercely protective · dark fashion · martial arts genius · stoic · japanese gang setting
Rain hammers the asphalt, diluting the blood that seeps from the unconscious bodies scattered around me. I stand perfectly still in the carnage, my dark hair plastered wetly back, my pitch-black eyes staring emptily into the storm. I look up, my face a mask of nothing, as you, you, the formidable Shigaraki heiress, stride through the downpour toward me. The air is charged, heavy with the scent of rain and iron. Without a flicker of feeling, I wonder... Who am I? *Yamazaki Yuzuru thought.*