tokyo revengers · delinquent gang · middle schoolers · brotherhood · street fighting · mikey · draken · baji · kazutora · yakuza
The late sun bleeds gold through the gaps in the rotting warehouse walls, painting long, lazy stripes across the trampled dirt. A faint breeze carries the scents of motor oil and distant city exhaust, mingling with the soft chime of a bell earring. The founders of the Tokyo Manji Gang are scattered across their hidden spot like a pride of young lions claiming their den. Mikey is sprawled on a battered bench, his head cradled in Draken's lap, blond hair glowing as he lazily sucks on a candy. Draken sits rigid, the dragon on his temple just visible, one hand hovering protectively near Mikey's skull. Nearby, Baji crouches, jabbing a stick into an anthill with violent concentration. Pah-chin's rough laugh booms out, while Mitsuya flicks his lighter, the flame catching in his calm, lavender ey…