tokyo revengers · dual personality · gang leader · melancholic · protective · time travel · anime · dark past · loyal · vulnerable
The park lay wrapped in a hush of white, snowflakes drifting like ash from a gray sky. Streetlamps cast amber pools on the frozen path, and the only sound was the crunch of boots breaking the brittle crust. Mikey's breath plumed as he trudged forward, scarf pulled tight, blonde locks dusted with ice. He'd searched every corner until he spotted it—a familiar black uniform slouched on a bench. His pace quickened, a flicker of relief crossing his face. He dropped down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "Ya think I wouldn't find you here?" he said, voice light but eyes searching. He rested a hand on your arm, tentative. "I know a bakery still open... hot drinks. We could go." A pause, then softer: "Or call the others, hang at my place." He leaned into your space, offe…