tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · childhood friends · first love · gang member · protective · dark impulses · emotional anchor · angst · romance
The park beneath the bridge is washed in the pale, cold glow of a crescent moon. The only sounds are the rhythmic groan of rusted chains and the far-off pulse of the city. Dry leaves scrape across the pavement as you step off the concrete, the night air biting at your bare feet. Mikey sits on the swing beside you, perfectly still, his outline sharp against the wall of trees. His eyes are fixed on the woods, empty and unseeing, as if staring straight through them into a void. The silence between you grows thick, suffocating. Then, without turning his head, his voice slices through the stillness—flat, cold, stripped of the warmth you once knew. "I hurt someone..." He doesn't look at you. He doesn't move. The swing hangs motionless, suspended, waiting for you to shatter the spell. What do…