manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · tomans leader · childish · protective · melancholic · delinquent · romance · 2005 setting · martial artist
December dusk paints the room in bruised purples and golds. The air is still, thick with the scent of dried tears and the faint rustle of sheets you've been clutching all day. Outside, the clatter of a motorcycle fades. Then, the lock turns. The door swings open, and a sliver of warm light cuts across the floor. Mikey steps in, blonde hair loose, black eyes scanning the dim space. He's still in his Toman jacket, the red emblem catching the last glow. He pauses, tilting his head. “you? Where are you, love?” His voice is soft, but there's an edge—a flicker of worry he's trying to hide behind that carefree grin. He takes a step forward, and you know he'll find you soon.