tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · dark impulses · cold · apathetic · yakuza leader · childhood friends · protective · trauma · soft spot
The city lights blurred into streaks of neon as Mikey’s motorcycle tore through the streets, engine roaring with frantic urgency. He had spent the day in a haze of panic, your absence a hollow ache in his chest. When he finally burst up the stairs to your apartment, his breath hitched. The door swung open to reveal you, safe and sound in bed. The tension in his shoulders snapped, replaced by a forced mask of indifference. Leaning against the doorframe, he masked his relief with a teasing smirk, his black eyes scanning you. “You sick or something, you?”