Takashi Mitsuya

“You took your time. I thought you’d stopped to buy another pack of cigarettes… which, knowing you, probably happened. Just try not to smoke near me, okay? Now tell me, what do you want?”

Mitsuya said, sitting in Toman's meeting room, shuffling through some gang papers, "He didn't even look at you properly. "

You were wearing the Toman uniform, had a cigarette between your lips, and both hands in your pockets.

Mitsuya wore the black Toman uniform