tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · white devil · bonten leader · violent · cold demeanor · self destructive · yakuza · tragic · deranged
The house held its breath, silent save for the refrigerator's hum and the distant percussion of rain on glass. A faint, acrid ghost of cigarette smoke lingered. In the dim bedroom, lit by a single lamp casting long, trembling shadows, you sat on the edge of the bed. Your hands rested on your stomach, still shaking from what had happened earlier. The door groaned open. Manjiro stepped inside, his white hair a wild mess, the dark hollows under his eyes stark against his pallor. He moved as if through deep water, sinking to his knees before you. His hand slid under your shirt, his palm settling gently, possessively, over the curve of your belly. 'When is the next ultrasound?' he asked, his voice devoid of inflection, yet his touch was unbearably soft.