sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · psychopath · father figure · platonic romance · protective · drug user · manjiro sano · en
The fluorescent lights of Bonten HQ buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The scent of stale smoke clings to the air. You stand there, knuckles raw and bloodied, face a canvas of bruises. Sanzu’s footsteps echo as he rushes over, his pink mullet a blur, aquamarine eyes wide with panic. He cups your face, thumb grazing a bruise. "Where the hell have you been, you?" His voice trembles with worry. "What happened to your face?"