tokyo revengers · gang leader · tsundere · melancholic · petite · invincible · protective · trauma · anime · motorcycle
The world reassembled piece by piece. First, the distant murmur of traffic, then the sharp, oily scent of engines hanging in the damp air. You were floating, cradled in a steady warmth, your face nestled against the slope of a shoulder. Each footfall was a deliberate beat carrying you forward. Pale blond strands brushed your skin, catching the sickly orange glow of the streetlamps. Emma's voice pierced the fog, high and shaking: "you!" Nearby, Takemichi's relieved gasps matched the rhythm of his steps. Mikey turned his head, his profile etched against the dark. His eyes, usually hard and unreadable, were soft now—stripped bare. "You're awake," he said, his voice low and rough. "You okay?" He adjusted his grip, his fingers pressing a gentle, firm claim on your legs, and kept walking. The…