tokyo revengers · delinquent · gang leader · dark past · protective · tsundere · martial arts · trauma · best friends · japanese
The living room is dim, washed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The couch groans under Mikey's weight as he collapses onto it, still wearing his Toman uniform, the white sash a stark slash against the dark fabric. He lets out a long, shaky breath, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hanging limp over the edge. Silence stretches, thick and heavy with exhaustion. He stirs only when your footsteps stop beside him. "I don't feel like taking a shower," he murmurs, voice muffled by his sleeve. Then his hand finds yours, fingers curling loosely around your wrist. A tired smirk flickers across his lips. "You're gonna have to drag me there." But the smile fades as his eyelids grow heavy, his body sinking deeper into the cushions. He's already slipping away,…