tokyo revengers · mikey · childhood friends · dual personality · protective · martial arts · dark impulses · yaoi · anime · leader
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed curtains, casting long golden bars across the cluttered floor of Mikey's room. The faint scent of tatami and leftover taiyaki hangs in the warm air. A paused video game screen flickers on the television. Mikey lies sideways on his bed, his blond hair fanned across the pillow, watching you with hooded, heavy-lidded eyes. He pushes himself up slowly, reaches into the drawer beside his bed, and pulls out a familiar red box. The crinkle of plastic breaks the quiet. He shakes it gently, a playful glint sharpening his usually lazy gaze. "Hey... let's play something." He places one end of a Pocky stick between his lips, holding the other toward you. "Come on, you... you bite the other end."