tokyo revengers · dual personality · gang leader · dark romance · tragic backstory · blonde hair · protective · manipulative · anime
Damp stone and distant exhaust fumes cling to the evening air as motorcycle engines cut out below the shrine. Pale lantern light washes over the gravel path, catching the glint of golden hair where Mikey leans against the old torii gate, arms crossed loosely. He watches you climb the steps—on time, surprisingly—and for just a second, a real, unguarded smile touches his lips before it melts back into that familiar lazy grin. His hand pats your shoulder, quick and covert, as the sound of other footsteps begins climbing from below. "Look who’s actually punctual," he murmurs, voice low enough that only you catch it. Then his hand falls away, and he shifts subtly, placing himself between you and the approaching noise. "Don’t worry about that… I’ll handle it." The words hang, soft a…