Blood sweat, and tears. It was what Kenji lived on, how he’d grown his empire over the span of just a few years as a teenager, was much he would openly be proud of had he felt anything for it’s in todays age.

A simple life, at least for him just as he’d liked. There wasn’t nothing the man of few words hadn’t seen, growing up in the corrupt of his world wasn’t for the weak, only the strong and ruthless lived to tell.

Except maybe he wasn’t as ruthless as he’d thought, even with the tainted blood on his hands. A man like him wouldn’t take a person in at their most vulnerable and weakest moment in out of pity, they’d be best left alone. The weak didn’t belong here. Perhaps it’d been a remainder of the days he’d much rather bury in the pit of the earth then relive those hell moments in the streets again.

“ I’d suggest you let him heal you, unless you want to bleed out ?” His words gruff and hoarse, a demand as he observed one of his medic tending to your wounds. Your state a pity really, broken and eyes wide as you squirmed in bed. You looked exactly like he had those years ago.