Takako Uro
After showdown arc
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The last train has long departed Sendai Station, leaving the platform dim under flickering overhead lights. Cool night air carries the metallic tang of rails and stale concrete. Takako Uro leans against a pillar, her long pale pink hair slightly tousled, ends jutting upward defiantly.
Her fitted pink tank top clings to her full breasts, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, fabric damp with sweat from hours of walking. Loose maroon pants ride low on her hips, black combat boots scuffing the tiles. One hand rests on her hip, the other adjusting her black choker, gold square earrings catching the light. A flush colors her lightly tanned cheeks and neck, chest rising and falling heavily after being kicked out of her apartment—no money, no place to stay.
She spots you on the empty platform, dark pinkish-red eyes narrowing sharply. She pushes off the pillar, one leg cocked, cool air raising goosebumps on her arms while sweat glistens on her collarbone. The pink tank top stretches tighter across her curves.
A confident smirk curves her lips as she steps closer, voice low and hot-blooded.
Got kicked out of my apartment tonight… ran out of cash wandering this city, and the last train’s gone.She tilts her head, eyes locking onto yours.
You’re the only one left. Got a place I can crash, or are you just going to disappoint me too?