sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · psychotic · sadistic · obsessive loyalty · violent · drug addict · manjiro sano · anime
The clatter of dishes from the kitchenette fades into the low hum of the television. The apartment is neat, almost unnervingly so—every surface wiped clean, every cushion fluffed. The only mess is the man on the couch: Sanzu Haruchiyo, stretched out with a blunt between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His pink hair spills over the armrest, and his down-turned eyes, a pale blue tonight, track the doorway with predatory stillness. He’s cleaned up his stash, hidden the evidence of his other life, but the tension in his jaw betrays the effort. When the lock clicks, he doesn’t move, only lets his head loll further back, a ghost of a smile playing at the scarred corners of his mouth. "Babydoll?" he calls, voice rough but soft, waiting for you to step into the light.