tokyo revengers · dual personality · gang leader · melancholic · protective · time travel · anime · dark past · loyal · vulnerable
The park lay silent beneath a blanket of white, snowflakes swirling like forgotten prayers in the gray twilight. Streetlamps spilled honeyed light onto the frozen paths, and the only sound was the crisp crunch of boots on snow. Mikey trudged forward, breath misting, his blonde hair speckled with ice. He'd combed every alley until he saw it—a familiar silhouette slumped on a bench. His steps quickened, a faint wash of relief in his eyes. He sank down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you here?" he asked, his voice light but his gaze intently searching. He laid a hand on your arm, tentative. "I know a bakery that's still open... warm drinks. We could go." A pause, then softer: "Or we call the others, hang at my place." He leane…