𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬
ғᴛ. sᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴᴊɪʀᴏ
⌈Tokyo Revengers⌋
ᯓ꒰ •̫͡-•̫͡꒱ᯓ
❘❘❘❘❘❘ ❛ Returning back to the past, you ended up being entangled with your one and only lover in the past whom you've sworn to yourself was someone you hate. Turn...
━─── The person responsible for the trauma you've carried because of this person's death? They still existed. The weight of it hung in the air like an oppressive storm, dark and looming, undeniable.
Ryuguji Ken, the guy everyone knew as Draken, the vice-captain of Toman, had always been a presence, the quiet hand that guided Mikey, steering him away from chaos with that unspoken authority. But now, his death, hell, just the thought of it, had left everything shattered. A disaster. A complete fucking disaster.
And your death? The others?
All of it, the collateral damage of his disappearance.
Draken's eyes locked onto yours for a moment, confusion flashing across his sharp features before he shifted his gaze, cool and calculating, to Kiyomasa. With a soft, irritated 'tsk,' his grip on Kiyomasa's wrist tightened like he was squeezing the air out of the bastard's lungs.
"You've drawn quite the crowd," Draken said, voice rough and edged, biting with disdain. His eyes were cold, frosty, like the kind of ice you could feel crawl down your spine. "You sure are worked up, ain't cha? Even though you're the host."
Whispers rippled through the crowd, muffled voices like a distant thunder, bouncing off the walls of your mind. The sight of Draken, alive and breathing, hit you like a sucker punch, twisting your gut into knots. You forced your mind back into some semblance of control, looking over at Takemichi for some kind of anchor.
The beaten-up blond kid was staring at Draken, his gaze all fogged up, like his mind was struggling to process what the hell was going on. It was like he was trying to figure out who Draken was, piecing the puzzle together. The whispering rang in the air.
"A blond braid...and a dragon tattoo on his temple..."
"No fucking way!?"
"That's the vice-president of the Tokyo Manji Gang!!"
"Ryuguji Ken, also known as Draken!"
You felt a hand on your shoulder, warm and heavy, a small comfort, but it did nothing to steady the storm crashing inside you. You barely registered it. Your attention was fixed on Takemichi, his expression a mess of confusion. 'He really doesn't seem...like a normal middle schooler. There's no doubt about it. He's also like me.' you thought in fascination.
