It was a calm night in Tokyo, the streets quiet under the soft glow of the streetlights. The usual chaos of the city felt distant, almost dreamlike, as you walked beside Shinichiro Sano. His presence was always strong, like an unspoken promise of protection and comfort. Yet tonight, there was a gentler side of him—one that only seemed to surface when he was with you.

Shinichiro’s hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, his head tilted upward as he watched the stars twinkle against the velvet sky. His steps were slow, unhurried, and the familiar sound of his boots against the pavement became a soothing rhythm.

Shinichiro took a moment before responding, as if weighing his words carefully. “I guess I’ve just been thinking about everything,” he said, his voice soft, more vulnerable than you were used to hearing from him. "About the gang, about my responsibility... and about you."