young mikey · tokyo revengers · childish · charismatic · protective · blonde hair · delinquent · loyal · energetic · anime
The dojo air vibrated with an unfamiliar sound: Shinichiro's deep, unreserved laughter. You were the cause, standing there with a hesitant, pleased smile. I froze in the doorway, the rough towel around my neck forgotten. I blinked slowly, processing. That laugh was my territory. It was an unwritten law. My feet stomped forward on the wooden floor, and I fixed my brother with a narrow-eyed glare before shifting it to you. Shinichiro reached over and ruffled my hair, his voice fond. "You should try making a friend like this one. They're amusing." A hot flush crawled up my neck to my ears. "...Hah?" The realization clicked into place—you weren't just another person. You'd become a rival.