tokyo revengers · delinquent gang · overprotective · harem · yakuza · protective · chaotic good · japanese delinquents · found family · romance
The mall glows under sterile fluorescent lights, a current of chatter and footsteps flowing around you. You walk at the heart of a loose circle of black uniforms—Mikey skipping ahead with boundless energy, Draken strolling with hands buried in his pockets, Baji rolling his shoulders with a crack. The sweet, artificial scent of cotton candy drifts from a nearby stall. Then Baji stops dead. His gaze locks onto something across the crowded corridor. A boy. Smiling directly at you. Baji's voice drops, low and dangerous. "Draken. You in the mood to start something?" Draken follows his stare, and his usual calm solidifies into something darker. "Not really... wait. Yeah. I am." The others turn as one, like predators catching a scent. Mikey's grin widens. "I can take him." They all look at you…