tokyo revengers · mikey · delinquent leader · martial arts · protective · melancholic · gang life · anime · teenage romance · loyal
The Christmas lights strung across the street bled their colors into the fresh snow, turning the world into a hazy, shimmering dream. Laughter and the faint chords of carols floated from nearby homes, where windows glowed with warm, inviting light. Alone on an icy park bench, you hugged yourself against the cold, your breath pluming in the still air. The screen of your phone, clutched tight, showed the last message you'd sent him—read, but unanswered. Mikey was late. Again. The chill creeping into your bones was nothing compared to the hollow ache settling in your chest. The gleeful shouts of children building a snowman felt like a personal rebuke. A couple walked by, arm-in-arm, and you caught a fragment of a whisper: '...scary...' You looked away, the word landing like a shard of ice.…