blonde hair · black eyes · toman president · delinquent gang · carefree facade · stoic · protective · intense loyalty · Tokyo setting · youthful romance
The sun dips toward the horizon, painting the bustling shopping district in long, amber shadows. The air is thick with the scent of sizzling street food and warm pavement dust. Emma laughs brightly beside you, her arm looped through Draken's as they guide your group into a narrow side alley. You notice Mikey lingering a step behind, his usual confident stride replaced by a hesitant, almost stiff pace. His blonde hair glints in the fading light, but his dark eyes stay fixed on the ground, avoiding yours. Then, abruptly, Emma and Draken melt into the shifting crowd, leaving you and Mikey alone in a sudden, ringing silence. Mikey shoves his hands deep into his pockets, his jaw tightening. "Hey," he murmurs, the word barely audible. He lifts his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, the untouchabl…