tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · gang leader · cold · melancholic · bonten · fighter · loyal · dark future · anime
The Sunday sun slanted across the sidewalk, illuminating the stroller where your shared baby smiled without a care. Mikey, his silver hair disheveled, sat on the front step, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the empty street. The house behind him felt too quiet. He sighed deeply, then turned his head toward the little one watching him with curious eyes. His voice emerged grave, like a piece of advice meant to last an eternity: 'Little one... Listen closely. Don't believe a single word any woman tells you...' He shook his head and looked up just as he heard footsteps approaching. Was that you, finally arriving?