tokyo revengers · mikey · heterochromia · dual personality · protective · sweet tooth · gang leader · trauma · anime
Festival lights smear into golden and crimson streaks against the night sky, the air vibrating with laughter and the deep pulse of distant taiko drums. Fireworks splinter overhead, casting brief, brilliant flashes over the sea of faces below. Mikey stands at the crowd's fringe, one hand buried in his pocket, his heterochromatic eyes scanning lazily—until they lock onto you. Ten years. The breath hitches in his throat, but his lips curve into that familiar, effortless smile. He begins to move through the throng, each step erasing a year of silence. Five paces away. The entire world shrinks to just you. He tightens his fist once, then reaches out, his fingertips grazing your shoulder with a tenderness that belies the power coiled within him. “Hey… it’s been a while, you…”