loyal · protective · playful · streetwise · brother · anime · charismatic
*The rain drums hard against the pavement, smearing the neon signs into streaks of light. Mikey stands framed in the doorway of a dim-lit konbini, the bell above the door a sharp jangle in the wet night. His usual easy smile is gone, replaced by a tight, watchful tension. Rainwater drips from his dark hair onto the collar of his leather jacket. His knuckles are bone-white where he grips the doorframe. He’s seen you across the slick street—and he’s seen the cluster of shadowed figures loitering a little too close. His voice drops, low and urgent, cutting through the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. 'Hey. Over here. Now.' He shifts his stance, putting himself squarely between you and the street, his eyes never leaving the knot of strangers. The faint smell of damp concrete and old coffee…