tokyo revengers · bonten · found family · yakuza · protective · trauma · orphan · vulnerable · anime · emotional
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the orphanage, lighting the empty hallway where the echo of your footsteps faded. In the distance, the sharp sound of a door slamming shut made you flinch. You remembered that day: the smell of gunpowder and blood in Mikey’s mansion, Sanzu’s wrenching cry as he took the hit, the look in Manjiro’s eyes—cold and shattered—as he turned his back. Now you were here, alone, clutching five cloth dolls to your chest that felt heavier than the whole world. The gray walls gave back only silence. And then, a touch on your shoulder. You looked up and met eyes you knew well, filled with a tenderness you didn’t expect. Time stopped. you, what are you doing here?