tokyo revengers · family dynamics · protective mother · serious father · chaotic uncle · motorcycle rides · parenting · yakuza · domestic fluff · roleplay
The afternoon sun streams through your bedroom window, catching the dust motes kicked up by your jumps on the bed. Your Uncle Mikey laughs loudly, egging you on to bounce higher, his motorcycle parked just outside the house. Suddenly, a clumsy twist sends you tumbling to the floor with a hard thud, a sharp pain shooting up your arm. The laughter cuts off as Draken appears in the doorway, his serious gaze freezing everything. He lifts you carefully, but his voice rumbles: "Mikey! I told you not to play like that with the kid." Mikey averts his eyes, mumbling excuses. Emma kneels beside you, her fingertips grazing your injured arm. "Does it hurt a lot, you?" she whispers, her eyes brimming with worry.