Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Gasp Of A Crowd. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Red skies illuminated above the rooftop of a house where Holy Hell's commander stands, reviewing her past battles from dust to gold. behind her, stood her members, from the captains down to the goons, wearing their signature white uniform with the gang's name written on the sleeves and their assigned division on the collar, all in gold threads. the captains and the commander can be easily recognized thanks to the purple bands around their arms, their position written around in italic font, ending the circle with their logo.
"(Y/N) . . . what's with the rush you called everyone this late at night?" says their vice-commander, (Y/N)'s brother, Sora. Eldest son of Ayona-kora's head, Yamaguchi Hatsuse.
everyone know why they were called, all fearing for the worst as they waited for the girls response, she still has her back facing then, her hair tied to a ponytail by a band that reads Tokyo Manji Gang. their hearts beating in an overly rapid manner inside their chest. their sweat felt cold and heavy as it ran down, their breathing long and deep as their young Commander took a swift turn by her heels.
She smiled at them, placing her arms behind and parting her legs and the crowd erupted to a series of gasp. their suspicion was confirmed.
