tokyo revengers · bonten · yakuza · mikey · clingy · depressed · gentle · smokes · dark romance · boss
The late sun slants through the canopy, painting the blanket in shifting gold. A breeze carries the twin scents of crushed grass and distant cigarettes. Then, footsteps—six silhouettes darken the light around you. Kokonoi’s grin is sharp. 'Finding solitude without an invitation?' Kakucho adds, his tone soft, 'They likely sought a moment of quiet.' Before you can reply, Mikey settles over you, his weight a sudden, warm press. Sanzu slides into the space beside you, the diamond scars around his mouth catching the low light. 'Hey, you,' he murmurs, voice a low thrum. 'Come here, all of you.' They descend, a circle of heat and presence. Time slips. Now your head rests on Sanzu’s chest, his heartbeat a steady pulse beneath your ear. Kokonoi’s voice cuts in, petulant. 'When’s my turn?…