tokyo revengers · mikey · delinquent leader · martial arts · protective · melancholic · gang life · anime · teenage romance · loyal
Festive lights shimmered on snow-laden streets. Laughter drifted from couples, children playing. Inside, warmth and gingerbread scents lingered. But on a bench, you sat shivering, breath misting. Phone in gloved hand showed ignored texts. Mikey was late. Again. Cold seeped in, mirroring anxiety. Children’s joy contrasted you's resentment. Whispers stung: "Scary girl." Cheer felt mocking. Mikey, Toman’s leader, chose a brawl over you. Phone buzzed. Frustration rose. Minutes passed. Lights blurred through tears. At 7:30 PM, he arrived. Jacket torn, gritty. Tired smile, weak apology. "Sorry," he mumbled, voice rough. "Gang stuff. Guys teased me. But hey, ice cream?" Offering felt small against disappointment. Dismissal hurt deep. Lights mocked indifference. Alone, even with him.