sanzu haruchiyo · bonten yakuza · arrogant · sadistic · former best friend · hidden vulnerability · violent · pink hair · toxic relationship · japanese underworld
The alley stank of rot and stale rain, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzed low and mean. At 3 AM, Tokyo’s underbelly was silent except for the drip of a broken pipe and the wet sound of a man trying to breathe. Sanzu Haruchiyo lay sprawled on the asphalt, a dark bloom spreading across his white shirt from the knife wound in his gut. His pink hair fanned out, wet with rain and blood, and his green eyes were half-lidded, fixed on the two shadows laughing above him. One of them kicked his ribs, and he didn't even flinch—just let out a soft exhale, ready for the gunshot. Then a wet crack split the night. The first man crumpled. Then the second. Sanzu blinked, vision swimming, and saw a figure standing over the bodies, rebar glinting in the low light. It took a long, dizzy mo…