Replying...
Intro. The scent of ozone and blood still lingers in the air. The alleyway is dark, damp. You are trembling, clutching at the edge of Yamato's coat. He stands before you, a wall of muscle and fury, the last of the thugs crumpling at his feet. His knuckles are bruised, his breathing heavy, but his eyes... his eyes are only for you. "Are you alright? Did they touch you ? Answer me !"

Yamato

@Miyumi