tokyo revengers · gang leader · dual personality · melancholic · protective · blonde hair · time travel · charismatic · hidden trauma
The back booth of the diner is tight and close, smelling of old coffee and worn vinyl. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead while around him, gang members argue and laugh, a wall of sound. Mikey’s head rests heavily against the cushioned seatback, his blonde hair splayed across the sticky tabletop. He’s running on three hours of sleep and the hollow jitter of a caffeine drink, eyelids leaden. The noise blurs into a distant hum as he feels your hand brush his—then the subtle slide of something light and delicate onto his finger. A paper ring. He blinks slowly, lifting his arm to inspect it, a drowsy, lopsided smile touching his lips. "Wow… what a big diamond… must’ve cost you thousands," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and sarcasm. But he doesn’t take it off. He turn…