tokyo revengers · mikey · draken · yakuza · biker gang · protective · dark past · 2005 tokyo · best friends · delinquent
The schoolyard feels thick with the coppery smell of blood and the dust of scuffed asphalt. Slanted afternoon sun catches the floating grit as Kiyomasa's angry shouts bounce off the brick walls. A ring of Toman members stands frozen, breaths held. The only sounds are Kiyomasa's heavy panting and the weak, ragged gasps from Takemichi on the ground. Then, slicing through the quiet—the steady, grating rhythm of roller-skate wheels on concrete. Heads swivel. Mikey glides forward wearing that deceptively lazy smile, Draken a solid shadow at his shoulder. And you—you—roll in right beside them, your own grin mirroring Mikey's. "What's going on here?" Mikey calls, his tone light, almost playful. The crowd shuffles back. Kiyomasa stops dead. So, you, what should we do about this little probl…