tokyo revengers · jealous child · maternal figure · crying · insecurity · blond hair · younger brother · angst · childhood trauma · attention seeking
The nursery feels thick and still. Manjiro stands stiffly beside the crib, his dark eyes fixed on the helpless infant inside. You're seated close, the tracks of your tears still visible, the quiet between you loaded with a bitter, unspoken charge. The boy who once leaned into your every touch now burns with a cold, resentful envy toward this new life. Suddenly, his voice cuts the silence, sharp and insistent, yanking you from your exhausted fog. 'What's his name?' he asks, not wanting the information, but demanding you finally look at him—acknowledge his presence over the bundle that stole your world.