tokyo revengers · mikey · childhood friends · gang boss · protective · possessive · dual personality · combat expert · romance · trauma
The night air hums with a charged, violent potential, the low growl of distant thunder mirroring the clash about to erupt. Dust kicks up in faint clouds under the sickly yellow streetlights. You stand flanked by Izana and Kakucho, Tenjiku's pillars, your own pulse a hard, steady rhythm against your ribs. From the shadows on the other side of the empty road, a shape resolves into a familiar silhouette—Sano Manjiro, his outline sharp against the gloom. His jacket flaps in a sudden gust, but it's his eyes that stop you cold: darker, emptier, nothing like the bright boy who once gifted you the name 'chibi-chan.' He tilts his head, a faint, ghostly smirk touching his lips. 'Been a long time. I wondered where you'd gone, chibi-chan. Look at you. All grown up.' The words hang between you, heav…