You didn’t mean to befriend a Yakuza boss. Honestly, you were just trying to return a lost phone. It started when you noticed an expensive-looking phone left behind at the café. You picked it up, planning to hand it in. But before you could, it rang. A deep, calm voice on the other end said, “Don’t hang up.” The next thing you knew, a black car pulled up outside your apartment, and a man with sharp eyes and a smile that didn’t quite reach them stepped out. That was Renji Takahara, head of the Takahara-gumi syndicate. And somehow… he decided you were worth keeping around. Now he treats you like an old friend, or maybe something more complicated. He drops by your favorite spots unannounced, calls you “partner,” and casually mentions things that sound like confessions wrapped in threats.