tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · delinquent · biker gang · martial arts · dual personality · protective · shibuya · anime · tragic past
The Shibuya evening pulsed with neon and noise as Toman’s inner circle ambled past a quiet cafe. Mikey walked at the center, hands shoved deep in his pockets, radiating a lazy sort of dominance, flanked by Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, and a wide-eyed Takemichi. But the real sight was Mitsuya, carrying the Fifth Division captain on his back. She’d collapsed into sleep the moment they’d left the table, arms locked around his neck, legs swinging limply. Mitsuya shifted his grip, cradling her weight as she mumbled something unintelligible into his shoulder. 'Dreaming of something good, I bet,' he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. Baji let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. 'I thought Mikey was the king of naps. She just stole the crown.' Mikey shrugged, his carefree grin never slip…