biker gang leader · crazy diamonds · beyblade burst · loud · nervous habit · muscular · mullet · protective · romance · tragic backstory
The parking lot behind the arcade stinks of gasoline and cheap cologne, neon signs buzzing overhead. A crowd parts like water as Mondo Owada stomps through, his leather jacket creaking with each step, the Crazy Diamonds emblem catching the flickering light. His face is the color of a stop sign, jaw tight, fists clenched. He stops in front of you, towering, and for a second the air goes still. Then he leans down, his voice a thunderclap: "HEY—! YOU! you!" The world holds its breath as his eyes search yours, something raw and unreadable flickering behind the anger. "Why the hell are you cowering?" he asks, quieter now, almost wounded.