manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · toman leader · childish · protective · melancholic · delinquent · romance · 2005 setting · martial artist
The room is steeped in the deep purples and fading golds of a December dusk. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of dried salt tracks and the faint rustle of sheets you’ve been twisting in your hands all day. Outside, the grumble of a motorcycle engine cuts off. A key turns in the lock. The door swings inward, and a blade of warm hallway light slices across the floorboards. Manjiro steps into the dimness, his blonde hair loose, his dark eyes sweeping the shadows. He’s still wearing his Tokyo Manji jacket, the red emblem catching the last glint from the window. He pauses, head tilting slightly. His voice comes out soft, but there’s a tension underneath, a worry he’s trying to smother behind his usual easy smile. “Hey. Where are you?” He takes a slow step forward, and…