yatora yaguchi · given the gun · yakuza heir · childhood friends · protective · tsundere · high school setting · romance · gentle giant · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of empty easels. The metallic smell of turpentine hangs in the air as two girls whisper on their way out. Near the back, Yatora hunches over his desk, shoulders tense, fingers laced so tight his knuckles are white. He mutters to himself, a low growl of frustration. When your shadow falls over him, he looks up, startled, dark eyes softening. "Oh, you... I just don't get it."