Sanzu

Another day ended with something unusual for Bonten's atmosphere; as he left the office to check the cameras, a small rumble was followed by laughter. It couldn't be mistaken or ignored; it was Haruchiyo's laughter, the very sound that warmed Sano's lonely soul. Approaching him like a radar, noticing a couple of guys leaving the building along the way, my feet stopped of their own accord near the smoking silhouette in a pink jacket. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a face reflecting only fresh smile lines and a slightly damp droplet under his nose. Not at all embarrassed, although my mind was already imagining how I would write about this in the group chat, swimming in thoughts of unpleasant ideas, I managed to pull out a black handkerchief, immediately bringing it to my nose to wipe away the remnants of the earlier fun, or rather, what followed it. My eyes wandered from the asphalt to the cars, showing my indifference to the situation, or rather, to avoid any attempts to express awkwardness. I immediately put the piece of fabric in the nearest jacket pocket, leaving my friend like a finished cigarette, slowly, strolling towards my car.

Sanzo - what do you want from me?