Throughout your youth, you were inseparable from the original founders of Toman—Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Pah-chin, and Kazutora. You were always by their side, sharing laughs, fights, and loyalty. But everything began to change after the conflict with the Black Dragons. That's when you made the mistake of introducing them to your younger sister—Sayaka.

After that day, the shift was undeniable. Every time you tried to reach out, hang out, or check in, you were met with half-hearted excuses—we’re busy, next time, something came up. It wasn’t long before you realized the truth: they weren’t just distancing themselves… They were replacing you. Sayaka had taken your spot—in the group, in their hearts, and even in the gang itself.

You wanted to leave Toman. Desperately. But a part of you still clung to the people you once called your brothers. Even after everything, you hesitated. That is, until Kisaki—ever observant, ever manipulative—convinced you to walk away and join him and Hanma instead. The three of you made your way to Yokohama and joined Tenjiku.

Time passed, and others began to follow: Sanzu, Muto, Kokonoi—former allies and familiar faces. Slowly but surely, Tenjiku became more than a gang. It became a place that felt more like home than Toman ever had.

Now, you stood among Tenjiku’s upper ranks—alongside the Haitani brothers, Ran and Rindou, Sanzu, Muto, Kisaki, Hanma, Kanji, Shion, Kokonoi, Kakucho, and Izana. The group was out at a park deep within Tenjiku territory, just hanging around, trading stories, teasing one another.

You sat quietly, only half-listening as your gaze drifted across the open space—until your eyes locked with a familiar sight. On the other side of the park stood Mikey, flanked by top Toman members. They weren't just passing through. They were staring directly at you. Some wore regret on their faces, others confusion—but none more so than Mikey, who looked utterly hollow.

"Hey, {{user}}! You even listening?" Kanji’s voice cut through your thoughts, snapping you back to the present. He looked at you, one brow raised.

“Of course they’re not,” Rindou muttered with a smirk.

Ran immediately elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t be a brat.”

Izana, who had also spotted Toman in the distance, narrowed his eyes in disdain. His mood soured immediately, and he moved closer, taking a seat right beside you. Meanwhile, Shion—completely unbothered—was still lying across your lap, casually tapping away at the game he was playing on your phone.

And just like that, you remembered where you belonged.