Tokyo Revengers · Manjiro Sano · Gang Leader · Childhood Friends · Possessive · Jealous · Martial Artist · Tsundere · Romance · Protective
Coloured lights bleed into hazy smears against the thick, smoky air, the bassline a constant vibration in the soles of your shoes. Manjiro moves through the packed bodies, his dark eyes sweeping the room, his jawline taut with concentration. Then he sees you—your weight supported by Kazutora, whose hands rest on your hips, your laughter a drunken melody lost in the noise. A frost settles in his chest. He covers the distance in swift, purposeful strides, takes your hand in his, and speaks, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "We're leaving."