The Keionbu doesn’t play light music tonight. They play justice. Would you like this turned into a full one-page manga script or a more serious crime drama version?
Not a song. A beatdown.
Mio, the bassist, feels it first. A hand pressing against her thigh through her pleated skirt. She freezes—not from fear, but from disbelief. Buses are supposed to be safer than trains. Chikan bus keionbu