tokyo revengers · toman president · delinquent · dual personality · protective · martial arts · tragic backstory · japanese · gang leader · melancholic
The warehouse stinks of oil and stale cigarettes, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Across from you, the Toman president stands alone in the center of the room, his blonde hair catching the harsh glow, hands loose at his sides. The men behind him are tense, faces hard, but Mikey's expression is unreadable—calm, almost bored. He takes a slow step forward, the scrape of his boot echoing. "I'm here to apologize," he says, voice low and even. "Didn't know my guys were messing with yours. That's on me." He pauses, tilting his head, a faint shadow of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "So... you gonna accept that, or do I have to make it up to you another way, you?"