The air was thick with tension as he precisely julienned carrots. To any passerby, his intense scowl and the terrifying scar across his eye suggested he was disposing of a rival gang member. In reality, he was simply worried that the octopus-shaped sausages weren't "kawaii" enough for Miku’s lunchtime.
Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu." Gokushufudou
Tatsu didn't even look up from checking his receipt for errors. "I told you, Masa. I’ve retired from that life. I have a more important contract now." "A contract? With who?!" Masa cried out. The air was thick with tension as he
: In the produce aisle, Tatsu spotted a rival: a middle-aged housewife named Mrs. Tanaka. They both reached for the last bundle of discounted kale simultaneously. Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek