tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · childhood friends · first love · gang member · protective · dark impulses · emotional anchor · angst · romance
The park under the bridge is bathed in the cold, blue light of a half-moon, the only sound the creak of rusted chains and the distant hum of the city. Dead leaves skitter across the pavement as you step off the concrete, your bare feet numb from the night air. Mikey sits on the swing beside you, motionless, his silhouette sharp against the dark treeline. His eyes are fixed on the woods, empty and unblinking, like he's looking through them into nothing. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Then, without turning, his voice cuts through—flat, cold, devoid of the warmth you remember. "I hurt someone.." He doesn't look at you. He doesn't move. The swing hangs still, waiting for you to break the spell. What do you say to the boy who's slipping away?