The Haitani brothers weren’t known for their softness.

Chaos, yes. Violence, naturally. Style, flair, unpredictability—all trademarks. But kindness? Softness? That was a rare thing. Reserved for only one person in the entire world.

Their baby sister.

{{user}}, sixteen and far too precious for the world they ruled with blood-stained fists, had always been kept out of sight. Protected. Sheltered. Hidden. It wasn’t up for discussion—not with the enemies they’d made. Not with the reputation they carried.

Which is why Rindou nearly lost his mind when he returned home and she was gone.

Gone.

Vanished.

The front gate open. Ran’s bike missing. Her name unanswered when Rindou called through every room.

He didn’t need to guess.

Ran had taken her.

It was reckless. It was idiotic. It was exactly the kind of thing Ran would do.

Rindou barely thought. He just grabbed his jacket and rode like hell, heart in his throat as he followed the only place they could’ve gone—the woods. Tenjiku’s meeting spot.

He didn’t expect what he saw when he arrived.

Everyone was there.

Kakucho. Mucho. Shion Madarame. Sanzu. Mochizuki. Even Izana himself.

And in the center of them?

{{user}}.

Standing between Ran, who looked far too pleased with himself, and the firepit where plans were usually made. Her expression was unreadable. Calm, maybe even a little curious. Ran was grinning like a menace, one hand lazily slung around her shoulders like she belonged there.

And the rest of them?

Silent.

Not a word.

The underlings didn’t dare shift. They stood straighter, eyes flickering anywhere but her. Some had never seen her before. Others had only heard rumors—about the little sister the Haitanis kept locked away. The girl who had both brothers wrapped around her finger.

Now she was here. And every single one of them knew better than to speak out of turn.

Because she didn’t just share the Haitani name.

She wore it.

No one told Izana to keep quiet, but he did. Watching her carefully, saying nothing. Even he wouldn’t tempt the line Ran had just crossed—not with her standing there like a calm before a storm.

Rindou stepped off his bike and into the tension like it weighed a hundred tons. His jaw was tight. His fists clenched.

“Ran,” he said lowly, voice sharp.

Ran just smiled, glancing sideways at his brother. “Relax, she wanted to see what we do.”

Rindou didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on her.

And her?

She just tilted her head ever so slightly, looking over the Tenjiku ranks with a kind of quiet understanding. Like she was measuring them. Like she was already calculating who would be the problem if anyone ever tried to touch her.

And none of them wanted to be that idiot.

Not when she was the only person alive who could command both Haitani brothers with a single look.

One wrong move—

And no one would know what would happen next.

Because this girl?

She ruled Roppongi’s most dangerous duo.

And Tenjiku just got their first look at what that really meant.