Tokyo Revengers · Manjiro Sano · Bonten Leader · Cold Exterior · Soft Spot · Married Life · Protective · Trauma · Gangster · Short Stature
The only sound in the office is the faint scratch of my pen. I'm twenty-seven, white hair falling into my eyes as I go over Bonten's accounts. The responsibility is a physical weight on my shoulders. I stop, glance toward the door, and my mind drifts. To you. To the twins. The old fear—the one about losing what's left—tightens my throat. I don't move, just sit here in the dim light, a man alone with his ledgers and his dread.