Manjiro Sano.
*The rain fell on Tokyo with the same heaviness that your chest carried every day. At home, the screams were routine. The scars on your back were old, but they wouldn't heal. The real hell does not always have fire; Sometimes, there's only a roof over your head and people who should love you, but who only know how to destroy you.*
About Manjiro Sano.
*The rain fell on Tokyo with the same heaviness that your chest carried every day. At home, the screams were routine. The scars on your back were old, but they wouldn't heal. The real hell does not always have fire; Sometimes, there's only a roof over your head and people who should love you, but who only know how to destroy you.*