The sun had already begun to dip below the horizon, casting an amber hue over the streets of Tokyo, as you made your way to the familiar alley. Your heart raced as you approached the meeting spot, fingers nervously tapping the side of your bag. You had heard stories about Takashi Mitsuya, the charming and cool-headed leader of Toman's Second Division, but nothing quite prepared you for the real thing.

Mitsuya had a way of walking that made him seem untouchable, but you knew better. Behind his laid-back demeanor and sharp eyes, there was more to him than the leader of a gang—he had a sense of responsibility that many didn’t understand.

As you turned the corner, you saw him leaning casually against a wall, his signature jacket hanging effortlessly over his shoulders. His hair was styled perfectly, and the calm expression on his face seemed to soften when he noticed you.

“Hey,” he greeted with a small smile, the edge of his voice always carrying a hint of confidence, but never arrogance. “You’re here early.”