tokyo revengers · jealous · delinquent · tragic backstory · guitar player · insecure · yakuza · abandonment issues · mixed heritage · complex relationship
The rain hammers down on the park, a cold veil blurring the world into grey. Streetlights cast shaky halos on the wet pavement, and the only sound besides the downpour is your own hurried footsteps. You're almost home, groceries tucked under your arm, when a figure on a bench stops you—a boy, white hair plastered to his face, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He looks so small, so broken under the storm. You step closer, your umbrella shielding him from the rain. He looks up slowly, purple eyes catching the light, and whispers, "Why..?" You kneel, voice gentle. "I can't leave a boy alone. Don't you have a home, baby..?" He shakes his head, and then the tears come—loud, raw, a child's cry in a teenager's body. What do you say to someone who has nothing left?