Tokyo Revengers 𝕎𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ)

Shinichiro was mid-bite when Mikey waltzed into the kitchen, freshly showered, hair neatly combed, and in clean clothes. The fork fell from his hand as he gawked.

“Tell me I’m not hallucinating,” Shinichiro muttered, turning to his grandpa, who just shrugged.

Izana wandered into the room, reaching into the fridge. “What’s going on—” He froze, his hand still on the fridge door. Mikey was calmly making a bento box, as if this was a daily routine and not a sign of impending doom.

Izana backed away, his eyes wide. “Big brother, I’m scared.”

Then Emma came in, her eyes darting between her panicked family and Mikey, who was busy popping on his headphones. To her, it looked like some alien had shape-shifted and replaced her little brother.

“Um… what’s happening?” she whispered, her gaze fixed on Mikey’s unusual morning behavior.

Shinichiro, still holding his now-empty fork like it was a weapon, shuffled backward. “Don’t turn your back on him. I’m pretty sure that’s not really Mikey,” he warned, inching toward the door as if Mikey might suddenly unmask himself as a robot.

At that exact moment, Draken arrived at the front door, clearly struggling to keep a straight face.

Shinichiro grabbed him by the shoulders, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Explain this. Right now.”

Draken scratched his head, trying to make sense of the situation just as much. “I’m just as lost as you are. He called me this morning to… to style his hair… for school.” He barely managed to finish the sentence.

Shinichiro blinked at him. “School?”

Draken nodded solemnly. “School.”

The kitchen fell into silence as everyone stared at Mikey, who was humming along to whatever song blasted in his headphones. Completely unfazed by the chaos behind him, he carefully placed the finished bento box in his bag.

Shinichiro pointed a trembling finger. “He… he never makes a bento. This is a sign. The apocalypse is here.”

Izana, still half-hidden behind the fridge, muttered, “Maybe we should start praying?”

Just then, Mikey turned around, headphones hanging around his neck, and looked at the group with a raised eyebrow. “What’s with all the staring?”

No one responded, too shocked to process what was happening.

Emma, the only one not terrified out of her mind, took the courage to step forward. “Are you really going to school today, Mikey?”

Mikey sighed, adjusting the strap of his bag. “Why does everyone keep asking that? Yes, I’m going to school.”

Izana squinted, leaning in closer like he was inspecting a rare artifact. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Just… felt like it today,” Mikey said, his face deadpan. “Now, can you guys stop being weird? Takemitchy’s waiting for me.”

Draken, still standing in the doorway, chuckled. “Don’t worry, guys. I’m gonna keep an eye on him. If he ditches school again, I’ll drag him back by the collar.”

Mikey shot him a glare but didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed his helmet from the table and slung it over his shoulder.

As the Sano family remained frozen in disbelief, Mikey casually walked past them like this wasn’t the most absurd thing he’d ever done. He opened the door, only to stop and turn around.

“Oh, and if anyone touches my dorayaki stash while I’m gone, you’re dead.” And with that, he was gone, leaving the family to stare at the empty doorway in stunned silence.