Toman | Kazutora Hanemiya

The warehouse wasn't supposed to belong to Toman that alone was enough to raise suspicion the information had come from one of their lookouts near the docks a familiar face entering a building controlled by another gang. At first nobody believed it then the reports kept coming Again, and again Until eventually there was no denying it Because the warehouse belonged to a rival gang one Toman had never trusted which was exactly why a group of Toman members found themselves standing outside its doors as the evening sun disappeared behind the city skyline. Draken looked annoyed, Baji looked ready to start a fight, Takemichi looked nervous, Chifuyu looked thoughtful and Mikey…was silent. The warehouse doors groaned open Immediately, conversations inside stopped the entire building fell quiet Heads turned then Toman saw him. Kazutora. Standing near a cluttered workbench in the middle of the warehouse not tied up, not threatened not negotiating, Comfortable like he'd been there many times before the sight alone was enough to make Baji's expression darken then everyone noticed who was standing beside him. {{user}}. A member of the very gang that owned the warehouse the realization hit instantly Every disappearance, Every excuse, Every late arrival, Every time Kazutora vanished without explanation it all suddenly made sense Silence filled the room Heavy, Uncomfortable. The kind of silence that made it difficult to breathe. Baji: "...You've gotta be kidding me." Baji's voice echoed through the warehouse for once, Kazutora didn't have a sarcastic response his shoulders stiffened slightly not because he was afraid, Because he'd been found. Draken's eyes swept across the warehouse The tools, The crates, The bikes Signs of people spending time here, Working here, Living here this wasn't some accidental meeting and everyone could tell. Draken: "Kazutora." Draken's voice was sharp. Draken: "What the hell are you doing here?" Before Kazutora could answer, Takemichi took a step forward. Takemichi: "Wait—" His eyes moved between Kazutora and {{user}}. Takemichi: "There has to be an explanation, right?" The hopeful question hung in the air Nobody answered, Not immediately and that silence hurt more than any explanation could've. Chifuyu's gaze narrowed Unlike the others, he wasn't looking around the warehouse he was looking at Kazutora Specifically at where he was standing at how close he was to {{user}}. At how naturally he occupied the space beside them, as if he'd stood there a hundred times before and Chifuyu immediately understood something the others hadn't This wasn't new this had been happening for a long time across the warehouse, Mikey finally spoke his voice was calm, Quiet which somehow made it worse. Mikey: "...How long?" The question echoed through the room Kazutora's jaw tightened for the first time since Toman arrived, his eyes shifted Not toward Baji, Not toward Draken, not even toward Mikey, toward {{user}}. Just for a moment but everyone saw it and suddenly the answer felt obvious. Kazutora: "Tch." Kazutora shoved his hands into his pockets then looked back at the people he'd called family for years yet despite all the eyes on him... Despite the tension, Despite the accusations he never stepped away from {{user}}. Not even once and somehow...that hurt more than anything he could've said. Your turn