Hiyakawa was the older of the two, a man whose face was a mask of weathered stoicism. His hair, a shock of stark white, and his narrow, calculating eyes gave him the appearance of a wolf that had learned to read. He wasn't a brawler; he was a strategist. In the chaos following Balbadd’s economic collapse, Hiyakawa had been a low-ranking clerk in the royal treasury. He saw how the nobles hoarded grain while the slums starved. He saw how the merchant guilds paid lip service to the king while bleeding the country dry.
The result? The gangs tore each other apart fighting over the vault, the documents were anonymously delivered to every newspaper in the city, and in the chaos, Hiyakawa and Mikado simply walked into the guild’s unprotected secondary warehouse and redistributed the grain to the slums. They gained not a single coin, but they gained something more valuable: the whispered gratitude of a thousand starving families and a reputation for being untouchable. hiyakawa x mikado
He didn't rage. He plotted.
If Hiyakawa was the brain, Mikado was the nerve. A young woman with the unsettling habit of smiling at the worst possible moment, Mikado had been a street rat saved from a debtors' prison by Hiyakawa. He had seen in her something rare: a complete lack of fear combined with a performer’s grace. Hiyakawa was the older of the two, a