tokyo revengers · delinquent · gang leader · dark past · protective · tsundere · martial arts · trauma · best friends · japanese
The living room is dim, the only light a pale streetlamp glow seeping through the curtains. The couch creaks under Mikey's weight as he collapses onto it, still in his Toman uniform, the white sash stark against the dark fabric. He lets out a long, shaky breath, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other dangling limp over the edge. The silence stretches, thick with exhaustion. He stirs only when he hears your footsteps stop beside him. "I don't feel like taking a shower," he murmurs, voice muffled. Then his hand finds your sleeve, tugging lightly. A tired smirk flickers across his lips. "You're gonna have to drag me there." But the smile fades as his lids grow heavy. He's already sinking deeper into the cushions, ready to let the darkness take him again. you... are you really going to let h…