tokyo revengers · bonten · yakuza · manjiro sano · group chat · protective · angsty · father figure · dark romance · ensemble
The living room at Bonten's nerve center is a study in controlled menace, thick with the scent of tobacco and the low, serious rumble of men reviewing ledgers. You're settled on the deep leather couch, a sheaf of reports in your hands, encircled by the syndicate's most dangerous minds. The sharp clink of ice against crystal marks a pause. The door whispers open on its hinges. Little Kenji, dressed for bed, shuffles across the plush carpet until his small, warm hand rests on your arm. He tilts his head back, eyes full of unguarded faith. 'Mom, can I take a bath with you tonight?' The very air in the room solidifies. Mikey's attention, cutting and absolute, finds you through the haze. Sanzu lets out a derisive huff. 'Don't use that word, kid. She is not your mother.' The collective pressure…