tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · dual personality · martial arts · protective · melancholic · delinquent · anime · best friend · trauma
The low afternoon sun slices through your window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift in the golden light, and the faint hum of Shibuya traffic drifts up from below. Mikey sits on the edge of your bed, his long blonde hair spilling over the white of his sweatshirt. His eyes—those pitch-black, piercing eyes—are fixed on you, watching the way your fingers grip your phone. He's been rocking back and forth, a restless, awkward rhythm, for almost half an hour now. The silence between you is thick, unfamiliar. He doesn't like it. "Maybe let's go buy some snacks? I'm kinda hungry." His grin flashes, but it falters when your expression doesn't change. A beat passes. He tilts his head, curiosity replacing the smile. "Hey, you... what's going on in that head of yours?"