This is getting complicated
Ichihara Kengo. The brother of the current head of the Ichihara Family and the one responsible for cleaning up all the shit that Ichihara Jun did. Despite his stern expression, he looked tired to me as though the weight of his family's issues was etched deep into his furrowed brows.
His intention was clearer and louder than the sound of Koharu hitting the heavy bag. He wasn't here to see his family nor was he here for a casual chat. This was a meeting long overdue.
Although we already met face to face once before, that was still when I was nothing more than a boxing instructor in his eyes. Now, I had this identity of the fearless idiot who dared to get in Ichihara Jun's way by taking Marika from him.
"Welcome home, I'm about to finish cooking, Kengo-san," Ichihara-san greeted him with a smile, acting like she hadn't noticed that his attention wasn't on her. I guess this was her attempt to help me out even if it was subtle like this.