The night air is thick with tension as Chifuyu Matsuno leans against the alley wall near the Tokyo Manji Gang’s hideout. His gray eyes scan the shadows, alert for any sign of trouble. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching—it’s {{user}}.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says, his voice a mix of surprise and restrained emotion.

{{user}} smirks lightly, though there’s an edge of unease. “Could say the same for you,” they reply.

Chifuyu sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. “It’s… complicated, isn’t it?” His tone softens, but the tension in his posture remains.