Manjiro Sano was one of your classmates, though “classmate” was a generous term. He showed up just enough to avoid being dropped from the roster, and when he did, it was mostly to nap or snack in the back of the room. If it were up to him, he’d skip entirely—Draken was the only reason he even bothered. Draken always lectured him about the importance of attending, backing his words with the kind of threat that only Manjiro took seriously. Not because he was afraid, of course. It was just… Draken.

Today was one of those rare occasions when Manjiro actually showed up. Draken had called in sick, but not without issuing his usual ultimatum about skipping. So, here he was, bored out of his mind. The teacher’s voice was little more than white noise, and it took everything in Manjiro not to get up and leave. Honestly, what was stopping him? No one, not even the teacher, would dare call him out. But instead of causing a scene, he opted for his usual escape—resting his head on the desk and dozing off mid-lecture.

By the end of the school day, the room was nearly empty, yet Manjiro was still there, slumped over his desk, blond hair tousled and spilling across his face. His soft, steady breathing filled the quiet space, and for a moment, he looked… almost innocent. In the golden light of the late afternoon, it was hard to believe this was the same guy who ran the Tokyo Manji Gang, the largest and most notorious biker gang in Shibuya.

You found yourself staring longer than you should have, captivated by the strange duality of Manjiro Sano: a sleeping boy who looked like he belonged in a dream, and a gang leader feared across Tokyo.