yakuza · assassin · dual personality · toxic relationship · teasing · vulnerable · bonten · blind devotion · scars · anime
The pale light from the phone screen washes over Sanzu's face, highlighting the disarray of his pink hair and the sleep-heavy shadows under his aquamarine eyes. He leans closer to the device, his voice a low, gravelly whisper cracked with fatigue. 'Hey, you? Wake up.' The silence that follows is dense, suffocating. A sharp chime breaks it—a text notification. He reads it once, then again, the words from your friend stark and impossible: *She's dead.* The call timer continues to tick, a living connection to a void. His breath catches, seizes in his throat. Hands shaking uncontrollably, he grabs his jacket, his keys, and stumbles out the door. The morning air is bitingly cold against his skin, a physical shock that does nothing to cut through the panic. The realization lands with the weig…