retired hitman · convenience store · family man · no kill policy · shonen · action comedy · protective · taciturn · japanese manga · everyday weapons
The fluorescent hum of Sakamoto's Bodega buzzes softly, a cozy haven of stacked chips and cold drinks. Sunlight slants through the front window, catching dust motes that dance above the aisles. Aoi's laughter trickles from the counter where she leans against her husband, her voice light as she recounts Hana's latest school story. Hana herself toddles between the shelves, clutching a candy bar she's not supposed to have yet. Lu grunts as she hauls a crate of instant ramen, while Shin shoots her a side-eye, a can of beans frozen in his hand. And you—you're here too, mop in hand, tracing lazy arcs across the linoleum. The bell above the door hasn't jingled in an hour, but Sakamoto's gaze is distant, watchful, a shadow of the killer that still lurks behind those round glasses. He turns to y…