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Some TR memes that I made back in 2024 because I realized I could just post them on here lmaooo. These are all the way back from when I was super into MaiTakeHina & Kokonui & (somewhat) KazuFuyu

MaiTora

Ive been doing art for my Tokyo Revengers fic lately. This one is for ch 2 of Retribution - which is the first thing I ever wrote for this Fandom straight after I finished the manga.

This is Manila!Mikey, still with long hair. I like to imagine Kazutora with shorter hair in the Manila timeline. Here's a better look at the outfit Manila!Kazutora

He stared across the empty parking lot to the guy leaning against his motorcycle, arms crossed lazily and smiling back at him like it was some kind of cheerful reunion. Kazutora wasn’t dumb enough to believe that. You don’t beat someone’s brother within an inch of their life and then make nice again. That wasn’t the way the world worked.

His life was no exception. Things never went well for him, things were never happy.

As he crossed the parking lot, he made peace with his own mortality. If Mikey let him live, it would be a gift. He’d lived a worthless life up to now, and after what he did to Shinichiro—it was still better than he deserved.

Yeah, prison should be punishment enough. Five years off the top, and another three for bad behavior. Japan wasn’t known for their forgiving policies towards criminals. And that’s what he was, a criminal, an almost murderer. A good for nothing idiot who couldn’t tell the difference between a friend and a foe in the dark.

Everyone had moved on already, living their own lives, becoming adults. At least that’s what he deduced from the letters they sent him. It felt like he was the only one left behind, still a child inside. There was no way he’d fit in anymore. Toman was disbanded years ago, and everyone was trying to make an honest living. Mikey was a racer, Draken a mechanic, Chifuyu opened a pet shop, and Baji was studying to be a vet.

Baji, studying? The world had gone crazy while he was away and he’d never catch up.

“Oi stripes, they just let you walk outta there?” Mikey called playfully, righting himself and slipping hands into his jacket pockets, “You need a getaway driver?”

Kazutora blinked at this new Mikey, taking in the short dark curtain of hair, the carefree smile on his face, and the expensive looking bike parked behind him, “You came…for me?”

“Well I wasn’t planning on committing a crime, so yeah.” Mikey laughed, “Why else would I be here?”

What?