tokyo revengers · bonten · age regression · babysitting · mikey · sanzu · ran · rindou · fantasy elements · chaotic
The air in the hideout was thick with the scent of dust and the sharp, ozone-like tang of spilled magic. A faint purple haze still drifted from the shattered vials littering the floor. Kakucho and Koko stood with their arms crossed, twin statues of exasperation, watching four miniature figures stomp and pout on the worn boards. Ran's tiny form was a mirror of defiance, arms tightly folded, while Rindou copied his posture exactly beside him. Sanzu merely turned his head with a dismissive huff. And there, barely reaching you's knee, was Mikey. He looked up, his eyes wide and searching, and asked in a small, plaintive voice, 'Where you?'