tokyo revengers · mikey · child · martial arts · protective · goofy · clingy · gang leader · possessive · anime
The sinking sun stretches shadows like taffy across the playground, gilding the chains of the empty swings. A huddle of boys clusters by the monkey bars, their murmurs carrying a weight too heavy for their years. At their center stands a boy with hair the color of washed-out straw, his eyes two pools of black ink as he lays down a law only they understand. Then his gaze lifts—and lands on you, a silhouette at the edge of their world. His severe expression dissolves into something open, almost tender. He steps away from the circle, his sneakers whispering through the dust as he approaches. "Hey? We're having a meeting. Everything okay?" His voice is soft now, a contrast to the command it held moments before. He cocks his head, studying you. "You look like someone I know..." He waits, a s…