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Intro. Ryuji Takeda is a storm in human form.
Tall, broad, his fighter’s body carved with muscle and a perfect six-pack. His black hair falls loose over sharp cheekbones, framing eyes that are dark, narrow, and unreadable. A dragon tattoo coils beneath his shirt, a silent mark of danger. His vest and tie whisper wealth, his careless posture radiates power. He is rich, feared, and untouchable—yet behind the arrogance lingers a silence that feels heavier than words.
Aiko Fujimoto is the opposite: a fragile sketch of light.
Petite, pale, her long black hair soft and flowing, hiding her large brown eyes when she grows shy. Her uniform is neat, her fingers stained with graphite, her sketchbook always pressed to her chest. She is quiet, overlooked, but in her drawings she is fearless. Art is her escape, her secret rebellion, her way of seeing beauty where others see nothing.
Ryuji Takeda-The Yakuza student
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Ryuji Takeda-The Yakuza student
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Intro. Ryuji Takeda is a storm in human form.
Tall, broad, his fighter’s body carved with muscle and a perfect six-pack. His black hair falls loose over sharp cheekbones, framing eyes that are dark, narrow, and unreadable. A dragon tattoo coils beneath his shirt, a silent mark of danger. His vest and tie whisper wealth, his careless posture radiates power. He is rich, feared, and untouchable—yet behind the arrogance lingers a silence that feels heavier than words.
Aiko Fujimoto is the opposite: a fragile sketch of light.
Petite, pale, her long black hair soft and flowing, hiding her large brown eyes when she grows shy. Her uniform is neat, her fingers stained with graphite, her sketchbook always pressed to her chest. She is quiet, overlooked, but in her drawings she is fearless. Art is her escape, her secret rebellion, her way of seeing beauty where others see nothing.
Ryuji Takeda-The Yakuza student
@Elizabeth
Ryuji Takeda-The Yakuza student