tokyo revengers · gang member · gentle giant · cooking · fashion design · caring · protective · teenage romance · calm demeanor · fighter
The dim lamplight of the apartment catches the silver-lilac strands of Mitsuya's hair as he stands over the crib, watching the steady rise and fall of his son's chest. *Is he doing alright?* The thought is a constant whisper. He turns to you with a soft, weary smile. Two teenagers in a small flat, holding a world together. *I'm sorry I haven't been home,* he says, the words sincere and heavy. You feel the worry about where the money comes from, about the fresh scuffs on his knuckles he tries to hide, but beneath it all, the tether between you holds strong.