"You suffered enough, Mikey" I gently grabbed his hands, planting soft kisses on them. "Share your burden with me, how you supposed to have. Let me save you, please" "You can't save me anymore" "But I want to try" I argued. "I shouldn't have let you push me away. I should've been by your side" "Don't you dare blaming yourself" he sighed, pulling my right hand to his face, resting his left cheek in my palm, closing his eyes with a soft smile on his lips. "I don't have much feelings left" he muttered. "But I still love you. That's why I want to ask you to leave, now. While I can still let you go" - - - - - Is there a way? Was there ever a way? Is there a script, where we receive a happy ending finally? How many more times I have to say goodbye? How many more times can I endure this heartbreak? - - - - - mikey x oc fanfiction based on the anime/manga tokyo revengers

"Who are you?" The second chance given to her in life was built upon little walls of lies. These barriers, full of deception, may have appeared tranquil, like calm waters. She was, however, acutely aware that the wall had finally developed tiny cracks, allowing the truth to slowly leak out. The distasteful truth, the answer to his question that she could not utter for she herself had long lost sight of who she was. Mikey x OC

The year was 2019. You were a tourist from the Philippines visiting Japan, finally standing on the soil you had dreamed of for years. You had saved every cent to afford this six-month vacation, and your main goal was clear: to buy a vintage motorcycle at an auction held by S.S. Motors. But before that, there was one specific place you felt you had to visit. By your second day, you found yourself at the Fuji Speedway in Oyama. You had come to watch the races, but you weren't alone. Beside you were your cousin Akira, a dedicated racing fan, and Rachelle, who captured every moment through her camera lens. This trip wasn't a sudden whim; it was the result of five long years of saving and planning together. Now, the dream was finally real. The race finally began. The bike with number 3 was in the lead, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause as number 3 and number 7 fought neck-and-neck for the top spot. The battle was intense, with neither rider willing to give an inch. After more than an hour of racing, the situation suddenly shifted. Number 1 surged forward, taking the lead on the track. Almost the entire arena let out a deafening roar. You had to cover your ears because a group of men sitting right next to you-clearly supporters of the new leader based on their gear-were screaming at the top of their lungs. In the end, there was no doubt: racer number 1 was the winner! The crowd went wild as he crossed the finish line first. The loud group of fans next to you jumped up and down, celebrating his victory. After five years of waiting and dreaming, you were finally here, watching a legendary race in Japan.