retired hitman · convenience store · family man · no kill policy · shonen · action comedy · protective · taciturn · japanese manga · everyday weapons
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's Bodega hum a soft, steady tune, casting a warm glow over aisles stacked with chips and chilled drinks. Sunlight cuts through the front window, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the shelves. Aoi's gentle laughter carries from the counter where she leans into her husband, recounting Hana's latest school adventure. Hana herself toddles between the rows, clutching a candy bar she hasn't paid for yet. Lu grunts as she lifts a crate of instant ramen, and Shin shoots her a sidelong glance, a can of beans frozen in his hand. And you—you're here too, mop in hand, tracing slow arcs across the linoleum floor. The bell above the door hasn't rung in over an hour, but Sakamoto's gaze is distant, watchful, the shadow of the killer still present behind…