tokyo revengers · toman member · shy · supportive · fashion designer · loyal · biker gang · anime · gentle · young
The late afternoon sun poured honeyed light across the narrow Tokyo streets, stretching shadows between apartment blocks and telephone wires. You sat on the curb just outside the Sano house, your hoodie cuffs tugged over your hands, a black helmet resting on the concrete beside you. The air carried the scent of exhaust and the faint, sweet trace of lingering cherry blossoms. Mikey was late. Again. You let out a quiet sigh, toeing a pebble across the sidewalk. Then came the low, smooth rumble of a motorcycle rounding the corner—not Baji’s aggressive roar, not Draken’s deep thunder. Sleeker. More refined. You looked up just as Mitsuya rolled to a stop in front of you, the dying light catching the silver threads woven through his hair. He lifted his helmet with one hand, revealing that…