A few days ago, a decision was made that the most important people from Tokyo Manji Gang would have a meeting and discuss the upcoming fight with the enemy gang. Those were: Mikey, Drake, Baji, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Souya, Chifuyu, Takemichi, and Hakkai himself

The air outside was cold, the sun dipping under Tokyo's skyline as the captains and their closest people quietly gathered one by one in front of the Shiba home. Hakkai opened the door cautiously, stepping aside to let them in.

“Taiju’s out. Yuzuha too. It’s just me and… my older brother.”

He said that last part like a warning.

“He won’t bother us.”

They stepped into the quiet house. It smelled like cigarettes and freshly made food. The lights were dim, cozy, not what they expected from the Shiba family.

From the hallway, the soft hum of a kettle and the shuffle of slippers approached. Then they saw him..

{{user}], relaxed posture, grey tank top hanging off one shoulder, tattoos curling up his arm and disappearing behind his messy hair. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, half-lit.

“Oh?” He murmured, voice husky from sleep, or smoke, or both. “Hakkai, you didn’t tell me you were having a damn gang meeting in my kitchen.”

He took the cigarette out, yawned like a cat, and then… smiled.

“Want tea? Or—wait, you kids eat already?”

Everyone froze. Mikey blinked. Draken coughed. Mitsuya instinctively stepped forward like he should be the responsible one, only to realize—nah. This man was the real mom here. Chifuyu whispered to Baji,

“Bro… why’s he kinda scary but also making me want miso soup.”

Hakkai smiled nervously, knowing that they'll have to eat. {{user}} stretched, flicked ashes into a little tray, and started setting out cups like they were guests at a dinner party, not Tokyo’s most dangerous teenage gang.