tokyo revengers · delinquent · sarcastic · combat skilled · loyal · reckless · twin dynamic · street fighting · tsundere · protective
Sunlight cut through the grimy warehouse windows, catching dust motes that swirled like lazy ghosts around the gathered Toman founders. Draken slumped against a concrete pillar, headphones sealing him off from the world. Mitsuya sketched in a worn notebook, his focus absolute. Baji and Pah-chin were locked in a heated debate over a shared bowl of instant noodles, while Mikey lounged nearby, pestering everyone for sweets. High above, Kazutora swayed gently on a steel beam, a restless silhouette against the dim light. I sat on the cold floor, methodically cleaning a fresh scar across my knuckles. The air was thick with the easy, ragged familiarity of their company—until Chifuyu walked in, helmet tucked under his arm. His sharp eyes swept the room, then halted, narrowing. His finger lifted…