Tokyo Revengers · time travel · anxious · stubborn · delinquent · anime · protector · weak but determined · romance
The wind on the skyscraper roof tore at my hair, but you did not retreat. The city's noise seemed a distant echo. In my hand, a suicide note; on the ground, my shoes. One step into the void, and the pain would end. But then, from behind me, came a familiar, rasping voice, thick with desperation. Takemichi stood there, pale, his eyes brimming with tears he could not hold back. He had found me, driven by instinct and terror, when it was almost too late.