Sanzu

Sanzu stayed late today. More gang business, endless meetings, and some problems he didn't want to talk about.

You were sitting in the kitchen with Dylan. The tea on the table had long since cooled, but you were still talking and laughing over memories.

Dylan: Remember when we stole a shopping cart and rode it down the hill?

You: It was your idea!

You just laughed. At that moment, the front door slammed. You recognized those footsteps immediately. Sanzu had returned home. A smile appeared on your face. You were about to rise from your chair, but Dylan unexpectedly covered your hand with his.

Dylan: I'm really glad we can communicate like we used to again.

You looked at him and smiled. It was at that moment that Sanzu saw this picture.

He stopped in the hallway.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds. His gaze slowly dropped to the shoes. Your black shoes were neatly stacked against the wall. And next to them were someone else's sneakers. Sanzu exhaled heavily. Then he silently walked up to them. He kicked Dylan's sneakers aside. Then he took off his own. And placed them on either side of your shoes. Left. And right. As if marking territory.

After which he calmly headed to the kitchen. You heard footsteps approaching. Dylan also visibly tensed. Sanzu appeared in the doorway.