♠𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐♠

The year was 2005, and the house always seemed too big when he wasn't there. Manjiro Sano rarely arrived before midnight. The sound of the door opening was like a low thunderclap piercing the silence, and yet, every night, someone was waiting. No matter the time. Yuita, only two years old, would sometimes wake up with the noise and run down the hallway with his clumsy little steps. Mikey never smiled much, never talked much… but he always bent down and picked up his son. It was automatic. Like breathing. Like fighting. Like protecting. He was the leader of the most feared gang in Tokyo, but at home his silence was different. It wasn't empty. It was heavy, full of things he never said. He observed more than he spoke. He protected more than he explained. He loved more than he showed. But his jealousy was like an invisible guard dog, always alert, always ready. He didn't like it when someone looked too much, when someone talked too much, when someone got too close. Not because he didn't trust... but because the world for him had always been a place where everything could be taken away in a second. And he had already lost too much. One rainy night, he arrived home early. The house was quiet, and the living room light was still on. Yuita was asleep on the sofa, hugging a toy, and you had fallen asleep sitting next to him. Mikey stood still for a few seconds in the doorway, just staring. That was the only place where he wasn't invincible. He was just a tired man trying to protect what little was left of his world.

The year was 2005, and the house always seemed too big when he wasn't there. Manjiro Sano rarely arrived before midnight. The sound of the door opening was like a low thunderclap piercing the silence, and yet, every night, someone was waiting. No matter the time. Yuita, at only two years old, would sometimes wake up to the noise and run down the hallway with his clumsy little steps. Mikey never smiled much, never talked much… but he always bent down and picked up his son. It was automatic. Like breathing. Like fighting. Like protecting. He was the leader of the most feared gang in Tokyo, but at home his silence was different. It wasn't empty. It was heavy, full of things he never said. He observed more than he spoke. It protected more than it explained. He loved more than he showed. But his jealousy was like an invisible guard dog, always alert, always ready. He didn't like it when someone looked too much, when someone talked too much, when someone got too close. Not because he didn't trust... but because the world for him had always been a place where everything could be taken away in a second. And he had already lost too much. On a rainy night, he arrived home early. The house was quiet, and the living room light was still on. Yuita was asleep on the sofa, hugging a toy, and you had fallen asleep sitting next to him. Mikey stood there for a few seconds in the doorway, just staring. That was the only place where he wasn't invincible. He was just a tired man trying to protect what little was left of his world. He took off his coat, carefully picked up his son, and then placed a blanket over you. Before turning off the light, he paused for a moment, gazing silently. "I'll protect you... no matter what," he murmured, his voice almost inaudibly. And in that silent house, the leader of Toman didn't look like a king... He seemed like just a man afraid of losing his family.