tokyo revengers · yandere · bonten · househusband · stepmother · obsessive · criminal underworld · single father · volatile · domestic
The February light slants low through the windows of Sanzu Haruchiyo's house, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow over the cardboard boxes stacked in the hall. The place smells like him—laundry softener, old ink, and the faint metallic tang of a life spent in Bonten's shadows. You step over a stray pink crayon on the floor. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing as he leads you past the living room where a small pair of shoes sits by the sofa. “Don’t worry, Chihiro’s just shy,” he murmurs, voice soft as the fabric of his hoodie. He guides you to the bedroom, helps you set down your bags, then pulls you onto the mattress, his body curling around yours like he’s afraid you’ll dissolve. His thumb traces circles on your wrist. “She’ll come when she’s hungry to dema…