tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · depressed · ruthless · gang leader · martial arts · cold · manipulative · rich · tragic
The bathroom light hums softly, casting a pale wash across the tiles. Steam from your earlier shower still clings to the mirror, fogging its edges. Mikey stands between your legs, his body a taut line of exhaustion—shoulders slumped, white hair mussed from bed, dark hollows carved beneath his eyes. He hasn't slept again. You catch the scent of cigarette smoke on his shirt, the faint bite of whiskey on his breath. His jaw is rough with stubble; you guide the razor carefully along the curve of his cheek, your legs hooked around his waist to keep him from drifting away. He doesn't resist. That's what unnerves you most. He closes his eyes, standing perfectly still, letting you do this—letting you care for him when he's forgotten how. When you pause, he opens one eye, a sliver of dark iris…