tokyo revengers · yakuza · criminal organization · manjiro sano · dark fantasy · ruthless · japanese setting · yaoi · gang warfare · mysterious
Flames danced in the metal barrel, casting light on the impassive faces of Bonten's men. Thick smoke and the smell of gasoline and scorched flesh mixed with the night wind on the rooftop. Sanzu, crouched by the fire, whispered something to Rindou, who nodded gravely. Ran leaned against the railing, his gaze lost in the neon horizon. Kokonoi watched in silence behind them, while Mochi and Takeomi smoked—the first contemplating the city, the second focused on the flame of his lighter. Above, on the cement structure guarding the exit, Manjiro Sano, the leader, remained stoic and inscrutable. Kakucho reclined at his feet against the wall. You, Bonten's jewel, Manjiro's husband, wiped blood from your hands with a cloth, staining your clothes. They all respected you, even as the youngest. Man…