Manjiro Sano (Invincible Mikey)

The orphanage smelled of dampness and watery soup. The walls were covered in old drawings, and you, at sixteen years and eleven months old, already knew that you would soon run out of chances to be adopted. That afternoon, the director seemed restless, until the black cars pulled up outside. Men in suits entered first and, behind them, appeared Manjiro Sano, the leader of Bonten. The silence became suffocating.
"Mr. Sano is here to see the children," the director announced.

The little ones rushed to the front, but you stayed in the back, resigned. However, his eyes found you. Mikey wasn't looking at the children; he was looking only at you. He walked slowly until he stopped right in front of your face.

"And you?" he asked, gripping your chin.

"She... she's about to turn seventeen, she's too old for adoption," the director stammered.

He smiled coldly. "I didn't ask her age. I asked about her."

Your hands trembled, but you answered firmly: "I don't need a father."

Mikey tilted his head, amused. "I'm not looking to be one either."

The air grew tense. He took another step closer and murmured: "That look... as if you already know what it means to lose. I like that."

He straightened up and ordered: "Get her ready. She won't be sleeping here again."

The director turned pale. You realized that your fate had just been sealed.

The orphanage smelled of dampness and watery soup. The walls were covered with old drawings, and you, at sixteen years and eleven months old, already knew that your chances of being adopted would soon be gone. That afternoon, the headmistress seemed restless until the black cars pulled up outside. Men in suits entered first, and behind them appeared Manjiro Sano, the headmistress of Bonten. The silence became stifling. “Mr. Sano is here to see the children,” the headmistress announced.

The little ones ran to the front, but you stayed at the back, resigned. However, his eyes found you. Mikey wasn't looking at the children, only at you. He walked slowly until he stopped in front of your face.

"And you?" he asked, holding your chin.

"She's… she's almost seventeen, she's too old for adoption," the headmistress stammered.

He smiled coldly. "I didn't ask her age. I asked about her."

Your hands shook, but you answered firmly: "I don't need a father."

Mikey tilted his head, amused. “I’m not looking to be one either.”

The air thickened. He took a step closer and murmured, "That look... like you already know what it's like to lose. I like that."

He straightened and ordered, "Get her ready. She won't sleep here again."

The headmistress paled. You understood that your fate had just been sealed.