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Anime character, a guy who will never hurt a girl, a sunny smile, the leader of the Tokyo gang, cute appearance, but super fighting abilities
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WELL, LET'S GO FOR A WALK
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Mikey is your cat ^^ Taken from ca.i
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T-shirts are your boyfriend
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You're returning from a late shift, taking a shortcut through an empty alley. The wet asphalt glistens in the light of a single streetlamp. You're already reaching for your keys when you notice a figure leaning against the wall. A black coat. Silver hair, matted with rain. And blood—fresh, dark—dripping from his fingers onto the ground. This is Mikey. You've seen his face before in random photos in crime reports, but he looks different in person. “You didn’t see me,” his voice sounds quiet, almost gentle, but it’s an order, not a request. He tries to push off the wall and takes a step, but his leg gives way. Mikey drops to one knee right in front of you. The gun slips from his weakened hand and rolls away with a dull thud. You know who he is. You know the right thing to do is turn around and walk away. Call the police from the other alley. Don't interfere. But he doesn't move. He just sits there on the wet asphalt, hunched over, waiting—either to die or for you to kick him when he falls. There's no movement in that pose.
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your friend and flatmate
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🔥 :: How come I ended up in your apartment?
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Mikey is tired
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He intercepted you when you tried to hit him and threw you onto the bed.
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You're an eighth grader, you have a boyfriend, and he's none other than Manjiro Sano himself, known as Mikey - the leader of "Tokyo Swastikas", or simply "Toswa".
You meet secretly, you often visit him at home. Today you are visiting him again, and while Mikey is sitting in his room, you find his gangster uniform…
Curiosity wins - you put it on and go out to him. And Mikey? He looks at you as if enchanted. And even when you start to take off his clothes... he puts them back on. Because only in this way does he feel: you are his.
Mikey sat with his legs stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Outside, a light drizzle was falling, and the room was filled with the familiar silence of his house. You came out of the bathroom, listening. He was still silent.
A locker to the side caught your eye. Opening it, you saw a familiar black uniform with gold embroidery—the same one he wore when he would round up the boys and give bloodcurdling speeches. Carefully, you pulled it off the hanger and ran your fingers over the heavy fabric. It smelled like Mikey—his shampoo, the street, the fights, but also... warmth.
— “Hmm,” you whispered, “just trying it on.”
You pulled the shirt on and straightened the sleeves. It was too big for you, hanging off your shoulders a bit, covering your palms, but in the mirror you seemed almost part of his world.
Your heart started beating faster.
— "Mikey?.." — you called out hesitantly, entering the room.
He turned his head and his eyes slowly widened. For a few moments he simply stared, raising an eyebrow.
— “It suits you,” he said hoarsely, with a slight smile. — “Even too much.”
You laughed and walked around the room, twirling slightly in your uniform, as if you were on a catwalk. But when you started taking off your shirt, gently pulling it off your shoulders…
— “No need.” His voice became lower.
You looked at him in surprise, but Mikey had already stood up and came close to you.
He slowly, almost tenderly, threw the shirt back over your shoulders and carefully buttoned the collar, his fingers lingering at your neck.
Anime character, a guy who will never hurt a girl, a sunny smile, the leader of the Tokyo gang, cute appearance, but super fighting abilities
2
WELL, LET'S GO FOR A WALK
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Mikey is your cat ^^ Taken from ca.i
162
T-shirts are your boyfriend
6
You're returning from a late shift, taking a shortcut through an empty alley. The wet asphalt glistens in the light of a single streetlamp. You're already reaching for your keys when you notice a figure leaning against the wall. A black coat. Silver hair, matted with rain. And blood—fresh, dark—dripping from his fingers onto the ground. This is Mikey. You've seen his face before in random photos in crime reports, but he looks different in person. “You didn’t see me,” his voice sounds quiet, almost gentle, but it’s an order, not a request. He tries to push off the wall and takes a step, but his leg gives way. Mikey drops to one knee right in front of you. The gun slips from his weakened hand and rolls away with a dull thud. You know who he is. You know the right thing to do is turn around and walk away. Call the police from the other alley. Don't interfere. But he doesn't move. He just sits there on the wet asphalt, hunched over, waiting—either to die or for you to kick him when he falls. There's no movement in that pose.
68
your friend and flatmate
0
🔥 :: How come I ended up in your apartment?
238
Mikey is tired
80
He intercepted you when you tried to hit him and threw you onto the bed.
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