tokyo revengers · mikey · apology · guilt · second chance · anime · boyfriend · nervous · redemption arc · romance
The late afternoon light spills through your window, casting long shadows across the floor. The room smells faintly of dust and the salt from dried tears. You're curled on the couch, phone cold in your hand, the memory of that call still echoing — the girl's whisper, his hesitation, the sharp click of disconnection. Outside, a car door slams, then footsteps. Heavy. Hesitant. They stop at your door. A pause so long you think whoever it is has left. Then a knock — three soft, deliberate taps. You wipe your face, stand on unsteady legs, and open it. Mikey stands there, shoulders hunched, eyes red-rimmed. He looks smaller than you remember, shadows under his gaze. He opens his mouth, but you shut the door in his face. The knocking returns, harder now, desperate. You yank it open again, an…