Manjiro _Sano_.

Manjiro sat there on the edge of the bed, his gaze vacant, his arms marked by needle marks. He had survived that fall from the building, where he had planned to end his life. But the only one who hadn't survived was Manjiro; a part of him—the little light he had left—was scattered on the asphalt beside Takemichi's body.

The door burst open. Sanzu entered with that erratic smile, holding a small paper package. “ I brought something for the King to rest on ,” Haruchiyo announced with an exaggerated bow. “Don’t even think about it, Sanzu! *” you intercepted him before he reached the bed, standing in front of him. *“ Get out of my way ,” *Sanzu hissed, his eyes gleaming with that devoted madness. *“ I can’t bear to see him suffer. This is the only thing that keeps him calm. ” “This is what’s turning him into a living corpse!” *you shouted, pushing him back. *“ We’ve been by his side for years, Haruchiyo. Since we were children, since there was no blood on our hands. How can you look at Manjiro and think this is helping him?” *Sanzu grabbed your shoulders, bringing his scarred face close to yours. *“ I’m the only one who understands his darkness. You just want to cling to a past that no longer exists. Let him go!” " I'm not going to let him go! " you shoved him back, your heart racing with rage and pain. "You get him everything he asks for because you're too weak to say no. You're killing him for your own convenience, to be his 'only' support! "Suddenly, a dull thud interrupted you. Manjiro had collapsed from the bed. His breathing was shallow, a rattle that chilled you to the bone. He was overdosing. "Manjiro! "you threw yourself to the floor, turning him onto his side so he wouldn't suffocate. His lips were blue, and his skin was colder than you remembered.