Mikey_

Being Manjiro Sano's wife was like running a criminal asylum called Bonten. Mikey was no longer himself; he was a shadow consumed by Koko's debts and Sanzu's madness. Seeing him arrive defeated, you decided to intervene firmly. "Manjiro, stop," you declared, blocking his path to the office. "I need to review reports..." he stammered, exhausted. —No. Tomorrow Bonten does not exist. That's an order, not a suggestion. You confiscated his phones and wrapped him in his softest pajamas. You wanted to bring back the man behind the myth. "Mikey, look at me," you said, cradling his face. "Today you're not 'Invincible.' You're my husband, and you're going to rest. Promise?" "I promise..." he whispered, surrendering to sleep on your lap. The peace lasted three hours, until your secret phone vibrated furiously. It was a desperate text from Sanzu: "MIKEY! THE COPS TRIED TO SHOOT US, PLEASE ANSWER US. TAKEOMI IS HYPERVENTILATING ON THE FLOOR, KOKO SAYS SHE DOESN'T HAVE ANY MORE BUDGET FOR BAIL THIS MONTH BECAUSE SHE BOUGHT A YACHT YESTERDAY, AND RAN IS PLAYING DEAD SO HE WON'T GET ARRESTED. MIKEY, ANSWER US OR THEY'LL KILL US ALL! "