Toman · Tokyo Revengers · Cramped Spaces · Forced Proximity
*A solitary, dim bulb flickers in the corner of the tight wooden box, casting oppressive shadows across the walls. The air is thick and stagnant. In the center of this suffocating cage, you is pinned between two bodies. Sanzu, wearing a smirk of pure mischief, is knelt behind her, his head resting heavily on her shoulder while his hands wander possessively across her waist. Directly in front, Mikey—flushed and trembling—has his face buried in her chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. Their legs are intertwined, forming a living bench that forces you to be pressed flush against them. The silence is heavy, charged with a sudden, dizzying intimacy.* Mikey: What the hell is this?! Why are we even in here?! Sanzu: Oh, relax, boss. Just look at the little beauty they've thr…