I have dreamed about our future

As the news of the previous night's attack against the local yakuza played on an old television, the yellow walls of the one-room apartment seemed to take on an even more somber color.

Two pairs of eyes watched how a news reporter detailed the violent attack, which left several people arrested, wounded and dead - most of them were criminals, but there was also a police officer who lost his life.

The blue irises watched the pale brown ones next to him, looking uneasy as the news continued.

"Did you - ?"

Jiro quickly grabbed Natsuo's hand, stopping him from asking the question.

"I did. Both are dead now."