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...
━─── Mikey let go of Takemichi with a sharp, almost careless flick of his wrist, his eyes immediately locking onto you. You felt the familiar urge to step back, but you held yourself still, rooted to the spot. There was something about the was Mikey was walking toward you now that felt different. He wasn't the same one from the future, the one who'd let you down time and time again.
No, this Mikey felt different.
Something....eager, And despite the fact that you were both tangled in the past now, in this tangled mess of time, you were still too close to him at this timeline. Nothing major happened yet.
Too... familiar.
When he finally stopped right in front of you, his presence towered over you in a way that made your breath catch. His eyes, those black eyes, cut into you like a blade, sharp and unwavering. You instinctively pursed your lips, unsure whether to speak, to run, to escape, to do anything but stand there and feel the weight of his gaze. His focus was unnerving, intense. Your own reflection danced in his eyes, a dizzying reminder that in this moment, you were the only thing that mattered to him.
And that was wrong, because Mikey, the Mikey you knew, was never this focused. His attention span was like that of a goldfish, flitting from one thing to the next. But now? Now he was staring at you like you were the air he breathed, like everything else in the world had vanished.
Draken, standing a few paces away, seemed to catch on to the tension in the air. He watched you both warily, his hand hovering just above your shoulder before deciding to shove it in his pocket, the uneasy silence making him paranoid about what might happen next.
But you didn't need to worry about Mikey in this moment, right? Not the way you worried about him in the future. No, this Mikey... he wouldn't hurt you for now, right? Not physically. At least, not in the way most people feared.
And yet, there was something about his presence that made your heart trip over itself. A low hum that ran through your veins, burning beneath your skin.
You were proven right when Mikey finally broke the silence. You'd been waiting, caught in the tension, and the moment you spoke...
"Manjiro—”
He didn't let you finish. Mikey's hand shot out like lightning, his fingers snaking around your waist with a possessive pull that had you stumbling forward, pressed flush against him. Your breath hitched in your throat.
