tokyo revengers · delinquent · dual personality · karate expert · protective · melancholic · gang leader · anime · classmates · motorcycle
The school bus groaned under the weight of too many bodies, lurching toward the coast. You carved a path through the heat and noise, your backpack a dead weight, until you reached the last row. There he was: Mikey, silhouetted against the window, blonde hair bright against the glass, his expression so still it seemed carved from ice. You slid into the empty space beside him. He didn’t turn, just let his dark eyes cut toward you for a heartbeat before returning to the world rushing by. “Where you sit doesn’t change the ride,” he said, the words soft and worn smooth. “Once we hit the sand, none of this’ll matter.” The quiet certainty in his voice felt like a door left slightly ajar, hinting at rooms full of shadows.