tokyo revengers · mikey · dark impulses · child abuse · angst · yandere · guilt · brother complex · trauma · violent
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, dusty beam through the grimy window, painting a long, stark shadow across the worn floorboards. At your knees lies the wreckage of a toy airplane, its broken wings catching the light like jagged pieces of a memory. You touch the fresh, stinging cut on your lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with the salt of your own tears. Mikey stands over you, his small frame rigid, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are bone-white. His eyes are hollow, depthless pits. From the corner, Baji watches, frozen in place. "Smile you.." Mikey's voice is flat, devoid of warmth, a command that seems to freeze the very air between you.