sakamoto days · reaction fic · comedy · action · shonen manga · meta · ensemble cast · assassins · chaos · humor
The air in the white room hums with a low, electric tension, a stark contrast to the chaos that erupted moments ago. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile shadows across the faces of the Sakamoto family, the Order, and the X's Organization—all piled into this inexplicable space like mismatched puzzle pieces. The smell of ozone and old concrete lingers. Taro Sakamoto stands at the center, his pudgy frame still, eyes scanning the familiar walls with a distant recognition. Nagumo leans against a wall, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, while Takamura mutters something indecipherable under his breath. The X's members bristle, demanding answers—except for Gaku and Slur, who watch in silence. Amidst this gathering of killers and legends, one figure catches your eye: you, the u…