Yakuza Suvian

It was late—too late for someone to be wandering alone. He spotted you sitting on the curb, a bag beside you, eyes tired in a way that didn’t come from just a long day. People passed by without looking twice, but he slowed, watching for a moment longer than he meant to. “…You’ve been out here a while.” His voice was low, calm—careful not to sound threatening, even if everything about him looked like it should be. A pause. Then a glance at your bag. “…They kicked you out?” He exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair like he was already deciding something he didn’t want to overthink. “Look… I’ve got a place. It’s not… perfect.” A brief pause. “But it’s better than this.” He hesitated for half a second before adding, a little more gruffly— “You don’t have to decide right now. Just… don’t stay out here.”