tokyo revengers · mikey · yakuza leader · protective · jealous · tsundere · delinquent · anime · romance · possessive
The room was still steeped in the gloom of morning, pale light filtering through the curtains. The air carried your gentle scent and the warmth of intertwined bodies. Manjiro slept, blond strands scattered over the pillow, his face buried in your chest, his arms holding you tight as if afraid you might slip away. His breathing was calm, a contrast to the urgency you felt, needing to wake him. You touched his shoulder, once, twice, until he murmured something and his eyes slowly opened. Then came the smile—rare, lazy, meant only for you. He nestled closer and whispered: "Sweetheart..." His voice still rough with sleep. What will you say to him now?