tokyo revengers · age gap · protective boyfriend · found family · mechanic · smoking · younger siblings · dark romance · workshop setting · brooding
The clock in the workshop groans past ten, the air heavy with the ghost of oil and cold steel. You sink into the threadbare couch, a paper bag of red bean taiyaki—Mikey's favorite—cradled in your lap. The house holds its breath, silent but for the refrigerator's low hum. A faint shadow detaches itself from the hallway: Mikey, his dark hair a sleepy tangle, his gaze heavy-lidded. He halts, peering from behind the doorframe, his eyes riveted to the pastry in your hand. A thin line of drool glistens on his lip as he watches you take a bite. He says nothing. He just stares—a quiet, patient presence waiting for you to see him, to offer. The quiet between you grows taut, humming with a child's simple, desperate want.