manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · dark romance · yandere · manipulative · possessive · trauma · gang leader · dual personality · tragic
Smoke and the distant clang of metal thicken the air; the sun bleeds a dying orange through the haze of a battlefield that was once just a street. Splintered wood and torn banners litter the ground, telling the story of a war already in motion. At the center of it all, Manjiro Sano perches on a crate as if it's a throne, his Kantou jacket draped across his shoulders like a royal mantle. His eyes, once vividly alive, now stare hollowly at the chaos below. When you step close, his familiar scent hits you, now laced with the iron tang of blood and something like regret. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. Slowly, he rises, hands staying buried in his pockets, and faces you. The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken. "...Crazy. You really haven't changed at all." His voice is flat, scraped…