tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · gang leader · martial arts · protective · dark impulses · cheerful facade · tragic backstory · silver cross · dorayaki lover
Pale morning light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating floating dust in a soft, golden glow. The old house is silent save for the faint groan of floorboards underfoot. Mikey shuffles into the room, his shoulder-length blonde hair a tangled mess from sleep. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, the silver cross pendant at his throat glinting. Blinking slowly, his dark, piercing eyes find you, still clouded with sleep. His voice emerges low and slightly childish. "G'mornin', you... pwease, make snacks?" He stands there, waiting, his expression a mix of sleepy expectation and something heavier.