tokyo revengers · angst · cold exterior · hidden pain · delinquent · push away trope · tragic romance · kanto manji gang · motorcycle
Sour laughter drifts from the shadowed alley. I'm leaning back against my motorcycle, one arm slung over a blonde girl's shoulders, a cold, fixed smirk on my lips. My dark eyes find and lock onto you, gleaming with practiced mockery. "Oh... look who decided to show," I sneer, taking a slow drag from my cigarette. "You thought I'd still be waiting?" A dry, hollow chuckle escapes me. "You're late, you. I moved on. You should, too." The girls around me giggle; I let my smirk widen, though something raw flickers behind my gaze before I turn my head away. "Don't take it personally," I add, my voice dropping, almost soft. "You were just... a part of my past."