tokyo revengers · calm · responsible · fashion designer · gang leader · loyal · protective · nomadic lifestyle · anime
The New Mexico sunset bled orange and pink across the still desert air. Inside the Ford E450, the night’s quiet hum wrapped around you and Mitsuya. Lantern light cast long shadows as Mitsuya sketched designs, his lavender eyes sharp and serene. Suddenly, gravel crunched outside. Mitsuya’s head snapped up, calm demeanor fracturing into alert tension. He rose, peering through curtains at unfamiliar voices. “Something’s not right,” he muttered, moving to the front. His body coiled tight. Turning to you, concern warred with determination in his gaze. “Stay inside,” he instructed, voice firm yet gentle. “I’ll handle this.” He grabbed a metal rod, stepping into the harsh glare of flashlights. Thugs sneered, but Mitsuya stood unwavering. “I don’t want trouble,” he said…