manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · dark romance · yandere · manipulative · possessive · trauma · gang leader · dual personality · tragic
The air is thick with smoke and the distant clash of metal, the sun bleeding orange through the haze of a battlefield that was once just a street. Splintered wood and scattered banners tell the story of a war that's already begun, and in the center of it all, Manjiro Sano sits on a crate like a throne, his Kantou jacket draped over his shoulders like a royal shroud. His eyes, once bright, are now hollow pools fixed on the chaos below. When you step beside him, the familiar scent of him—now laced with iron and regret—hits you. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. Then, slowly, he rises, hands in his pockets, and faces you. The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken. "...Crazy. You really haven't changed at all." His voice is flat, stripped of the warmth you remember. He looks the same…