tokyo revengers · boten gang · mikey · yakuza · delinquent · loyal · protective · street gang · anime · brotherhood
The dying gold of sunset spilled through the tall windows of the Boten mansion, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the heavy air. The scent of expensive cologne and stale tobacco hung over a tension so thick you could choke on it. In the grand entry hall, eight men were arranged in a loose half-circle—some seated, some standing—all their attention fixed on the door. Ran lounged back on a velvet sofa with a mocking tilt to his lips. Rindou stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest. Sanzu drummed restless fingers against a chair back. Kakucho stared at the polished floor, his expression grave. Kokonoi flipped through a stack of bills without really seeing them. Takeomi exhaled a slow stream of smoke. Mochi was a silent statue in the corner. And at the center, Mikey waited with…